September has arrived, yet this is still a salad in the Norwegian farm, lit by the late sunset, sometime around mid August, probably. I made it entirely with the vegetables of the garden. It turns out the return to city life has been more drastic than I e
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
