Even though the sun was shining brightly, Albert shivered as he closed the balcony door. The chill, which seemed to have settled deep into his bones, had worn him down. The sunlight no longer felt warm — it was just a distant, deceiving brightness.
As the long-awaited holiday days approached — not so much the holidays themselves, but the blissful extended weekend — Albert and Ieva found themselves dreaming more and more often of real spring. Of the day when all the windows and doors could be thrown open, when the garden would awaken from its winter slumber, and when the sun would not only shine but truly warm.
They dreamed of leisurely walks around the yard, tidying up the flower beds, lighting the grill and preparing the first barbecue of the season. Of an evening filled with the scents of freshly cut grass and smoke, and slipping into their little sauna — a real, warm one, with the gentle rustle of birch whisks and the scent of eucalyptus in the air.
They weren’t just planning for the next weekend. They were planning their summer. And they were planning it together — like people for whom the most important things are not written down in a calendar, but held quietly in the heart — in simple moments, shared silence, and the sauna spirit that washes away fatigue and brings back the flavor of life.
There was still time to think about meat and grilling, but sauna preparations couldn’t be postponed. Whatever the weather, it was the one ritual that couldn’t be missed.
Albert took his laptop, sat down at the kitchen table, and opened his trusted site – www.istaspirtslietas.lv. It had everything he needed: birch and oak whisks, aromatic oils, even teas perfect for summer moods.
“We need new whisks,” he said, looking at Ieva, who was already cradling her coffee cup. “And I want to try the forest tea and Vaidelote tea. I think they’ll be just right after a long day in the garden.”
“Order some eucalyptus oil for the sauna too,” Ieva added. “I want it to smell special, not like the usual scents.”
Albert smiled. He knew — when they chose whisks and tea together, they weren’t just buying things. They were weaving the small details that create the feeling of home, of their sauna, of their peaceful days.
The delivery arrived quickly. Just two days later, they unpacked fresh-smelling birch whisks, a sturdy salt block, and a few small bottles of essential oils waiting for their place on the stones. The teas filled the kitchen with a light breath of spring.
On the weekend, when the yard was finally flooded with warm sunlight, there was no rush. No need to plan anything big or complicated. Just small things: bringing out the tables, marinating the meat, taking a quick look at the flower beds, preparing the sauna.
In the evening, as the sun slowly dipped behind the treetops and the first evening breeze carried the scent of freshly mowed grass, they stepped into the sauna. The birch whisks gently rustled, eucalyptus aroma filled the air, and a steaming cup of tea was waiting on the veranda.
It was their holiday. No bigger than their garden, yet no smaller than the world.
And that’s exactly how their summer began — with warmth, light, and a few carefully chosen details.