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 The Finnish Landrace or Finnsheep is a breed of domestic sheep which has a high incidence of multiple births – it is common for a ewe to have three, four, or even five  lambs at once. In North America, several instances of births of seven lambs have occurred, and the record in Finland is nine live lambs. The lambs are often small, but are vigorous at birth and grow well.  (wiki)
photo credit: Stillmeadow Finnsheep

Psst!  Äiti said she likes me best.


The Finnish Landrace or Finnsheep is a breed of domestic sheep which has a high incidence of multiple births – it is common for a ewe to have three, four, or even five  lambs at once. In North America, several instances of births of seven lambs have occurred, and the record in Finland is nine live lambs. The lambs are often small, but are vigorous at birth and grow well.  (wiki)

photo credit: Stillmeadow Finnsheep

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Orava Cottage  (by: Eric Verspoor)

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Orava Cottage  (by: Eric Verspoor)

AllegroHelsinki to St. Petersburg

Allegro
Helsinki to St. Petersburg

The Last StationHelsinki
This train yard in Helsinki is a hidden gem – kind of in the middle of everything, yet pretty hard to find. I don’t know why they keep these old trains there
photo and note by Mikko Luntiala flickr

The Last Station
Helsinki

This train yard in Helsinki is a hidden gem – kind of in the middle of everything, yet pretty hard to find. I don’t know why they keep these old trains there

photo and note by Mikko Luntiala flickr

"The Cat" by Tove Jansson, from The Summer Book

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(Pssst. Our Tove Jansson collection is currently available at 40% off the retail price.)

IT WAS a tiny kitten when it came and could drink its milk only from a nipple. Fortunately, they still had Sophia’s baby bottle in the attic. In the beginning, the kitten slept in a tea cozy to keep warm, but when it found its legs they let it sleep in the cottage in Sophia’s bed. It had its own pillow, next to hers.

It was a gray fisherman’s cat and it grew fast. One day, it left the cottage and moved into the house, where it spent its nights under the bed in the box where they kept the dirty dishes. It had odd ideas of its own even then. Sophia carried the cat back to the cottage and tried as hard as she could to ingratiate herself, but the more love she gave it, the quicker it fled back to the dish box. When the box got too full, the cat would howl and someone would have to wash the dishes. Its name was Ma Petite, but they called it Moppy.

“It’s funny about love,” Sophia said. “The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.”

“That’s very true,” Grandmother observed. “And so what do you do?”

“You go on loving,” said Sophia threateningly. “You love harder and harder.”

Her grandmother sighed and said nothing.

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Matonpesu
photo by Mika. flickr

Matonpesu


photo by Mika. flickr

Ok, birches in the back, get in line.  Double row, STRAIGHT double row.You in the front. Follow me, sway in the breeze like this.  Sway…good, but more rounded in the hipline. Make believe you’re Catherine Zeta-Jones in All That Jazz.  Ok, practice that and show me later.
photo by Suvi Maarit flickr

Ok, birches in the back, get in line.  Double row, STRAIGHT double row.
You in the front. Follow me, sway in the breeze like this.  Sway…good, but more rounded in the hipline. Make believe you’re Catherine Zeta-Jones in All That Jazz.  Ok, practice that and show me later.


photo by Suvi Maarit flickr

HiiripöllöHawk owlKuusamo
photo by Harri Taavetti

Hiiripöllö
Hawk owl
Kuusamo


photo by Harri Taavetti