Nils' Garden

Every summer from my childhood to my teens, I went to heaven.  When I was older and couldn't go, it was the safe and happy place I always kept with me.  This was Nilsgord, my grandfather's garden; a small 100 year old hobby farm in Finland. 

My grandparents always made sure my sister and I had something interesting to do, old scraps of wood and house paint made great boats for floating down the nearby creek; the most delicious baked goods I can't begin to describe (search for Finnish Pulla!); and visits with neighbouring farmers and the livestock we said hello to.  My grandmother would have us picking wild strawberries in the fields and stringing them on tall grasses.

I can remember little moments, the atmosphere and always a general feeling of contentment.  Time has passed and things have changed, but it lives on in my heart. My love of vintage for all the décor that made the place what it was, a mix-mash of worn antiques and 1950's housewares; and my love of handmade for all the projects that kept us busy and happy all those summer days.

Thanks for letting me reminisce.
~ Tasha