Krn

Nad našo dolino se dviga Krn. Ko sem bila majhna, se ga občudovala vsako jutro na poti v šolo in vsak popoldne, ko sem se vračala domov. Včasih je jutranje sonce vzšlo izza hriba. Ob nekaterih popoldnevih, ko se je sonce poslavljalo, pa je zgledal rožnat.
Krn ni grič, Krn je gora. Malo kondicije je že potrebno, da prideš na vrh. Otroci so zelo ponosni, ko prvič splezajo nanj. Ob tem se spomnim svojih otrok, ko so bili še majhni. Mojih vzponov pa ne štejem več. Gor sem bila skoraj vsako poletje, pa ob sončnem vzhodu, na novoletni dan…  

Ko doma načrtujemo naslednji izlet v gore, moj mož vedno reče: Samo ne spet na Krn. Meni Krn ni bil nikoli dolgočasen in rada bi šla še parkrat tja gor. 
Slika je narejena s slikarskimi lopaticami. Saj sem se potrudila, pa še vedno nisem prav sproščena. Ampak vaja dela mojstra, ne?

Mountain Krn is rising above our valley. When I was a child, I admired it in the mornings traveling to school and then again in the afternoons returning home. Sometimes early in the morning sun rises from behind that hill and sometimes it looks rosy in the afternoons before the sunset.

Krn is not a small hill, it's a mountain and it's not so easy to reach the peak. Children are very proud, when they reach the top for the first time. I remember how my children were. Now I don't count any more the number of my ascents. We were there almost every summer, early in the morning, on New Year's day… 

When we are planning next trip to the mountains, my husband always says: Just not Krn, again! For me, Krn is never boring and it would be fun to reach the peak a few times more. 
Painting knives were used to paint the mountain. I tried hard and I still wasn’t totally relaxed, but practise makes perfect, doesn’t it?