SNOW AND STUFFED SQUIRRELS

We have snow!  Saturday started as your normal, blustery, chilly day with great promise.  When I went for a walk at 7:30,  the clouds were tinged with pink and yellow from the sun struggling to rise above the horizon.  Deceptive.  One forgets how fast the weather can change in Denmark.

Morning sunrise across the lakes

Things went downhill from there.  We went furniture shopping with another couple who, like us, only has Saturdays to run errands.  We trundled from store to store, and the weather got worse and worse.  Of course, the last place we stopped had a little Christmas shop set up outside in a tent.  We were just dumb enough to go inside to look for a small Christmas tree.  Outside, the wind was just waiting to belt us with sleet as we left.  It captured our very breath, swirled it up and away and then went after any loose hair and clothing.  Struggling to open the car doors in the wind, we finally wrestled our way in, and collapsed in a heap of dripping coats and boots, and headed home.  By evening,  and after all the teasing, the weather finally got down to business and snowed in earnest.   

We ventured out into the twirling whiteness and watched fat, wet flakes hit our coats and drop to our feet in instant slush.  The lighted dome on the beautiful old theater down at the corner lit the tornado of flakes careening around the spires and rooftops.  Plunging down into darkness, the flakes disappeared until they swarmed past the street lights in a giddy effort to stay afloat as long as possible.  By the time we got home, we were wet halfway to our knees.  It was worth it.  A side note:  I bought a down coat made for the cold of Russia.  I know.  Bring it on, Denmark.  Let's see what you got.

Last Saturday we went to a Loppemarked at a place called The Forum.  It is an unbelievably huge flea market.  I've heard that if you decide to rent a booth space, you call all your family and friends and they bring you all their stuff to sell.  I believe it.  Every possible thing you can imagine lying around in your house, antique or not, that you don't want, is up for grabs here.

 Hundreds of booths on the ground floor and more all around the balcony.  I mean.  You could spend hours and hours.  Just wanted to show you a few of our favorite finds

Trolls and stuffed critters.  Both very big here.  ???

Yes, you see right.  A Red Pig Candle-holder.   I was assured that it is truly a Swedish antique.

This sign originally hung at a railroad station.  Printed on both sides and made to hang with chains.

Did we buy something?  Well, yes we did.  The owner swore this Copenhagen sign is 100 years old and I told him that if I find it's mass-produced and shows up everywhere, I would come find him.

Amager Gren - Primary of 5

On a more spiritual note:
Today we had our primary program.  This is our primary.  What do you think, Ruth?   And they did the whole program by themselves.  Lots of opportunities to talk and sing. It was beautiful and brought tears to the eyes. The testimonies of these little ones comes from, and goes straight to the heart.  The theme was "I Know That My Savior Loves Me."  How could he not?