Kva ho Ragnhild Rostrup driv på med

I am home and I don't seem to be able to leave my beautiful village. Just look at it. What kind of a person would not want to stay here:

Apple blossoms and sunshine (not all the time of course). I have been hitchiking around the place as usual. Went to Sognefjorden again to help getting the grass down into the silage container. Working with a pitch fork and feeling strong. More and more grass was cut and brought into the building where we were working. Green grass, shitloads of it. I don't mind green grass, but I do mind wet green grass. Because by noon it had started raining and the grass was SOOOO heavy.

I always try to look at the positive side of things when I am working. I thought about how strong I would become, and how good it was that the temperature was not below 0°C, how nice the grass smells, how good that we were two people working there and I was always trying new throwing techniques. Trying to chuck the grass all the way to the other side of the silage container. Wow, what hard work it is to be a farmer. hm.

In Øystese there is a goldfish lake. Strange, very strange. The lake is full of big golden fish that love nothing more than fresh bread. Yum. And higher up in the mountains there is another smaller lake with smaller goldfish. They seem to thrive in these lakes even though they freeze in the winter. The goldfish just keep on living.