Light nights. Белые ночию. Valkeat yöt.

It is again time of Summer solstice, it is Midsummer. Our light nights are after Summer solstice getting darker till 21th of December. Here is some photos taken in our yard at midnight.

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The sun still paints the sky red.
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A birch.
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The moon.
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The warmest May ever!

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What a month, we have enjoyed of warm weather every day.  The borderline between warm and hot is here 25°C / 77° F. In May we had 14 days over that borderline and it is all times record. Normally we don´t have so many hot days during the whole summer. Now it starts to be too dry, last rain was on the 3rd of May and the nature is suffering. We are told to have water bowls in our yards for birds, hedgehogs, for everybody.

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Flowers on an apple tree.
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A Wood Anemome.
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Fire wood for the winter done.
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Our young Horse-Chestnut has two flowers.
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I got a great tan.

The Mystery Continues. Who is Baba Yaga? Кто Бáба-Ягá?

We had yesterday a photo with a strange “thing on that wall” and we got great answers and ideas.

 

Maybe it is a bottle opener thought Amy, Xena´s mom. Could be, could be, at that time there were not many shops selling those openers.

Katty and Da Phenny  had the most interesting idea, maybe it is a house of Baba Yaga.

I never had heard of Baba Yaga, so I had to find out who s/he is. She is the most interesting person. This is worth reading!

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https://www.historicmysteries.com/baba-yaga/

Baba Yaga, also known as Baba Iaga, is one of the most famous witches in Slavic folklore. She is a popular figure in children’s fairy tales, and was one of the common stories of the Russian oral tradition. Her origin is part of her mystery. The first written reference to her was in 1755 in Mikhail W. Lomonosov’s Russian Grammar, where she is listed amongst ancient figures from Slavic tradition. The indication is that the legend began in pre-Christian, pagan times where people were very superstitious and believed that their fates were not of their own making but at the mercy of other-worldly deities.

The Russian witch is described as a deformed, scraggly old woman with bony legs, a very long crooked nose, piercing cold eyes, and iron teeth. Her demeanor is powerful and unpredictable. Her intention is to instill fear and guarded respect in anyone who encounters her. Every body part of the Baba witch is grotesque.

Most tales say that she rides around the forest in a giant mortar. She also uses her mortar and pestle to grind up the bones of the people she eats. When flying, she uses the huge pestle like a rudder. She holds it in her right hand while she holds a broom in her left hand to wipe away her trail. A few tales have her using the traditional witches’ broom for transportation. The baba witch can remove her hands from her body so she can have them do her bidding.

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The Russian Baba witch riding on her mortar, carrying her broom in one hand and a child in the other. Victor Vasentsov

The Russian Baba witch lives deep in the forest in a hut that rests on giant chicken legs that can move around the forest to make it harder for anyone to find her. The windows serve as eyes to watch over her domain and the fence post around the hut is built out of human bones and is topped with human skulls. When her house moves it spins while emitting a screeching noise, until it comes to settle down with groans and creaks. And it prefers to turn its back toward all visitors.

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Baba Yaga’s hut standing on its chicken legs, 1900. Ivan Bilibin.

So, have you ever seen her?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winter is back.

After yesterday´s snowstorm all the signs of Spring have disappeared and we live in a totally white world.

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We drive in snow canyons.
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A path to our house.
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The sun is melting snow little by little.
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The backyard.
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Snow everywhere.

Supermoon, Bad Moon?

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For some minutes the clouds moved away and this is what we saw here.
 When looking at the moon I remembered the words of this song “Bad Moon Rising” and I realized how true these words are.
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today
Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise
I hear hurricanes a-blowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.