Sunday, April 29, 2007
Photos taken with a Canon IXUS 40, some in Digital Macro. If you like any of them, feel free to copy, just don't claim them to be yours, please.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Isn’t it just typical? My 84-year-old mother was looking forward to visiting us in
Some more trustworthy, true winged friends are the members of a greenfinch family who have taken a particular liking to my new birdfeeder, one that squirrels cannot get into. They have to feed off the ground just like, in particular, the greenfinch young ones.
Monday, April 23, 2007
So, what do I do then? Well, I am a part-timer and house husband, sounds very modern, don’t you think? We have reversed the traditional roles to a certain extent; more about that another time. I just thought I should clear up the whole “double issue”.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
We had glorious sunshine all the time, not a cloud in sight for ten days and it was lovely and warm during the day but turned a bit chilly in the evenings, so we had an excuse to light the fire.
We always take some gifts from
We had our Easter eggs delivered by Mr Bunny, or M Lapi in French, who arrived on his little bike. Some of them ended up in the Chicken Box.
In order to celebrate Easter like true Europeans we had, not only the bunny, chicken and eggs, but we also had a witch on a broom stick, which is a Swedish, pagan custom. Tradition has it that all the witches mount their brooms and fly off to Blåkulla (a mountain) at Easter to party with the Devil himself. They are often depicted with a black cat and kettle on the stick as well, although I am not sure about the symbolism in that. Flight attendant with an inflight drink, perhaps? Our witch was made by my niece C, who was nine at the time. Excellent work, don’t you think?
The warm weather had had its effect on plants and trees of course and the plum trees were in full blossom; beautiful!
Since we don’t have a landline we have to use mobile phones, which can sometimes be a bit of a problem due to poor network coverage. The signal comes and goes, but we have certain spots that tend to be reliable; you really don’t want to be disconnected in the middle of a sentence. One spot is at the back of the garden by the fence to a farmer’s bull field, the other spot is a hundred meters down the country lane by another field, One day I was standing there talking on the phone with my back to the field, and I got the feeling that I was not talking to my mother only, but that somebody else was listening in. I turned around and saw this chap taking an interest in my private conversation.
When I told my mother she roared with laughter; she could hear the animal breathing! I don’t think my mother has ever had such a heavy breather on the phone before. Show some decency, please! Then all his mates queued up to take part as well. Hey guys, behave!
Talking about cows and bulls and other creatures, there is another strong, rural feature that dominates at this time of year, manure. All the farmers pile it up in the fields to ‘mature’ before they spread it. You just have to get used to it. I’d like to think it clears my lungs, kind of medicinal.
Next stop Stockholm and hopefully somewhat fresher air!
Two years old!
My greatest contribution to the party was inflating most of the balloons; the whole place was full of them, they were everywhere. Then of course there were presents, which little A managed to unwrap with some paternal assistance.
During the day, several people, who were not able to attend the celebrations, would ring and speak to the two-year-old. Her vocabulary is not of Shakespearian magnitude yet, but she managed quite well, and, as you can see, she used an ear-piece in line with Swedish safety thinking. Well done, Mum and Dad!
To complete the picture of a successful birthday, Mum had made a birthday cake which we all enjoyed. But perhaps the best of all is that little A now can say ‘farfar’, Swedish for granddad. My heart melts. Happy birthday sweetheart!