Poetry in the Hot Pot

We almost forgot we meant to return yesterday, we were just having a swell time ... But, you know, there's work and all that.

The weather was just fine, but wind was blowing hard this weekend along Kjalarnes and Hafnarfjall on the way, and a storm warning was out half the weekend. Although we hardly felt the storms ourselves, aside from hearing some blowing during saturday night, those who had been considering joining us were completely discouraged. So, we didn't receive any guests, finally.

But that was fine. We had plenty to do. We had a little walk in the woods, watched movies (we had brought video tapes: Edward Scissorhands (1990), Bugsy Malone (1976), I am David (2003), just perfect for E.), hung out in the hot pot and spent two and a half hours on a jigsaw puzzle sunday. Also, E. recited poetry and sketched a drawing for the guestbook.

All in all, very peaceful, and enjoyable.