A weekend "at home" in photos

I went home to the place where I grew up this weekend. My stepfather Anders and my mum separated maybe twelve years ago, but I still consider Anders a part of my family and Norra Björke, which is the name of the village where he lives/we lived, as my home.
I spent the weekend knitting, reading and sorting through my old stuff; throwing away most, bringing some of it with me. And doing things with Maja of course, since she was with me. We went to Anders' sister's and brother in law's place to look at the lambs and sheep, the chickens and horses and for many walks in the woods with the dog.

A little hill bordering my favourite meadow/pasture.



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