One of our aunts from Michigan taught us this word the other day. It is Norwegian term defined as:
“A passion for nature cuts to the heart of what Scandinavians call friluftsliv (pronounced free-loofts-liv). The expression literally translates as ‘open-air living’”
BBC*
“Ever been to Norway in the winter? It is bone-chilling cold and dark…and everyone is outside, even when temperatures are below zero.”
Taken from the text our Aunt sent (if it is a quote she didn’t include the citation not knowing I was going to use it for this post)
This behavior is something that Zoe and I totally are in tune with when given the chance – our free reign of our screened in porch and backyard has been limited due to the complaints of one neighbor who doesn’t find Zoe (and sometimes my) welcoming everyone and everything into our ‘hood’ as pleasant. We still get plenty of time outside off leash in our backyard and on leash during our daily walks. In retrospect, since adopting this new “house arrest,” Zoe has been a lot calmer and hasn’t redirected her aggression issues in my direction as often – not to mention, since the dog door has been at least temporarily removed, the house has stayed a lot warmer. Wonder if the neighbor’s realize the overall positive impact they’ve had on my life. Maybe I’ll tell them so next time I see them 😊.
Anyhow, back to frilutsliv and our enjoyment of outdoor spaces. For instance, today the sun was shining and the sky was a clear light blue for our noon time walk which put us in a great mood. Since the temperatures had risen and the sun was doing its work, the snow has started to melt away. Overall this doesn’t bother us, but as it turned out, the snow bank I chose to jump up on to relieve myself (one of the important missions on our strolls), did not have the structural integrity under my front paws to support my weight and thus I started sinking…and fast. Turned out that by the time I finished my business my belly was on the snow and my head was even lower – very awkward to say the least. But even this little set back did not dampen my mood on this beautiful day.
And it isn’t only on these warm days that we enjoy the friluftsliv lifestyle – we’ve had some pretty bone chilling days this winter but nothing compared to those polar vortex days in Illinois (even those days we spent some time in the great outdoors but we tended not to linger and mull about like usual). Just the other day we had a couple good chases through the back yard:
Zoe even cleared off a seat at our bistro table and was looking around for the waitstaff who apparently did not share our love of the outdoors – or at least never stopped by to serve her. Seems the service at this place are as bad as it was back in Illinois.
The craziest thing about this whole story is that we didn’t know we were even Norwegian!!!
Best,
The Tempest
*https://www.bbc.com/worklife/article/20171211-friluftsliv-the-nordic-concept-of-getting-outdoors
For those who want some more cow pictures here are a few that are from a little closer vantage point. Unfortunately, the little scamp Wally came running through and scared them a bit so they backed away before we got our pictures. The cows are staying at his place so it was within his rights but I actually got a little concerned for his safety – he apparently doesn’t “see” size differences.
Note: we think “Betty” who was wandering the neighborhood the other day is the one on the left and the other one is the “real” Betty.