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Lady reading in a parklandEdward Radford Arws
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8 things I love about Bookish by Lucy Mangan
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fredag 30 april 2010
torsdag 29 april 2010
onsdag 28 april 2010
tisdag 27 april 2010
måndag 26 april 2010
söndag 25 april 2010
lördag 24 april 2010
...when life's alive in everything
The goutweed (Aegopodium podagraria) is coming in full force. I wish the Spring was as eager to join us!A couple of weeks ago we had some lovely afternoons in the sun — but since then it has been too cold, even for us fresh-air-fanatics, to spend any time on the veranda.
Today started out gorgeous, but cold — the nights are still quite cold, usually under the freezing point.
Spring
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.
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Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
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There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track---
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack,---
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.
There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track---
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack,---
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.
.
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,---
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.
............ Christina Rossetti
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,---
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.
............ Christina Rossetti
fredag 23 april 2010
torsdag 22 april 2010
onsdag 21 april 2010
tisdag 20 april 2010
måndag 19 april 2010
söndag 18 april 2010
lördag 17 april 2010
fredag 16 april 2010
torsdag 15 april 2010
onsdag 14 april 2010
tisdag 13 april 2010
måndag 12 april 2010
söndag 11 april 2010
Alive, if not exactly kicking
A High Kicking DancerFerdinand von Reznicek
not this high anyway. But my legs, are moving slowly — just like the rest of the body.
Some of you have written and asked if I'm OK.
There are several reason that I've been so remiss in blogging. Brain fog and lack of energy are a couple of reasons, but also having workmen here and trying not to miss several appointments.
Spring is here and we've been sitting outside all afternoon today — for the first time this year. My darling loves when the door is open and he can come and go as he likes. And I love to watch him, when he's sniffing in the air, and checking out every square inch of his property.
If you wonder if I'm alive, you can always check my Swedish blog — and get Google's version of my life. I can't guarantee that you'll understand the translation, but I can guarantee some confusion and a chuckle or two.
lördag 10 april 2010
fredag 9 april 2010
torsdag 8 april 2010
onsdag 7 april 2010
tisdag 6 april 2010
Finally
Most of the snow is gone.Most of the ice on the river is gone.
A few, very few, flowers have dared to come up.
The darling is spending more time outside than in — and his waist is starting to show.
It is Spring!
We have had quite an assortment of workmen coming and going — going more than coming. The plumber left us with water only in the kitchen and one toilet, and no shower, before Easter. And remember that Sweden closes on the evening of Maundy Thursday and is closed until Tuesday morning! It was bad planning, not an emergency, a job planned in advance! But this morning two nice guys came and put up the new shower and gave us the water back. Now we're waiting for the carpenter to turn up again — he was here before Easter to remove the threshold, to make it easier for my mother to move around with her walker. But he disappeared with the plumber — perhaps he needs the moral support from his friend to be able to work...We have waited so long for this to happen, I do hope something will happen very soon. We're also waiting for workmen to install a stairway elevator, but fear we have to wait some more
måndag 5 april 2010
söndag 4 april 2010
lördag 3 april 2010
fredag 2 april 2010
torsdag 1 april 2010
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