<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Lumikuja</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/</link><description>A personal blog about hikes, home cooking, the sauna and the Finnish seasons.</description><language>en</language><item><title>The first snowdrift of winter</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/talvi/</link><guid>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/talvi/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2026 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><description>The first snow came in the night. By morning the forest path was so quiet that every step carried far, and the air already felt like winter, though the frost was only a couple of degrees.</description></item><item><title>Rye bread, without the rush</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/leipa/</link><guid>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/leipa/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><description>Sourdough, water, flour and time. Not much else is needed. Rye bread is one of those things that do not thank you for hurrying.</description></item><item><title>Autumn colours wait for no one</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/ruska/</link><guid>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/ruska/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><description>Autumn colours wait for no one. One weekend the birches are still green, the next they are golden, and a week later the leaves are already on the ground.</description></item><item><title>Saturday sauna</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/sauna/</link><guid>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/sauna/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><description>On Saturday evening I light the sauna stove as early as four. The scent of birch, the hiss of the steam and the quiet: that is enough for me at the end of the week.</description></item><item><title>Among the cloudberries in August</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/lakka/</link><guid>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/lakka/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2026 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><description>At the start of August the bog is like another country. Your foot sinks into soft moss, and orange berries glow on every side: the cloudberries are ripe.</description></item><item><title>Northern lights above Saana</title><link>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/revontulet/</link><guid>https://lumikuja.space/en/blog/revontulet/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2026 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><description>We saw the northern lights for the first time at the foot of Saana. We had already been outside for an hour when a faint green arc appeared on the edge of the sky.</description></item></channel></rss>