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Hello Bakersfield Today Denmark woke by the shakening from the biggest eathquake in our area in 80 years. 4,8 Richter with a center in our neighbour-country Sweden but enough to us in Denmark too. It startet at 6.20 AM and a lot of people felt their bed moving or things fell to the floor. This is probably nothing to you in California but BIG NEWS here in Denmark. As a newsreporter of course my paper had to cover the full story and I got the best part interviewing a twinmother and -father with to little earthquake-princess in their arms. The two girls, Sofia and Naja, was born just few seconds before the big shake. The story and picture will show here www.frederiksborgamtsavis.dk. Best wishes and have a happy Christmas from Marianne
It is summer in Denmark. The roses in my garden are blooming, and the scent of the beautiful flowers will fill the air especially in the charasteristic nordic evenings where the light of the sun disapers around 10 pm. I have a lot of different roses in my garden. A row of pale pink ones, which are old roses probably as old as my house from 1924. I have a purple wild rose from my parents garden. Some white ones I got at my 40th birthday and they are now climbing in an arch at the entrance to the garden and soon I will plant some charity-roses from the organization Zonta and support womens life and indepence around the world, but there is one rose in my garden, which is a daily joy and pleasure. It is yellow with red an pink shade colours too and its scent is so powerfull that you will have to stop and just inhale it whenever you pass.
Some years ago when I turned 35, i invited all the women who had crossed my why to celebrate my birthday with a brunch-party. I was surrounded with family, friends from my early schooldays, from highschool and the Danish School of Journalism, collegues and some of the new friends who comes with motherhood: Mothers of children at the same age as my own, and one of those new friends brought me this present, a little roseplant in a pot.
“This is a very lovely climbing rose”, she told me and I placed it in a corner of my courtyard.
And she was right. The rose has grown big and beatiful and every summer the sight and scent of it will remind me of one of the best birthday-partys in my life and of a good friend.
So thank you very much, Salli-Ann, for a rose and a friendship.
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