What a lovely bed

Maybe not so comfortable but I can't imagine anything more romantic than sleeping in a campanula.

Some brave plants are blooming for the second, or even third, time while most of them look as they are ready for winter. But I'm not ready for winter — not yet!

Found a few interesting books at Gutenberg. I couldn't resist "Up the Baltic or Young America in Norway, Sweden and Denmark" by William T. Adams (Oliver Optic) from 1875. And just back from my island cottage I simply had to look at "The Island House" by F. M Holmes. "Little Black Sambo" is a book I remember from my childhood — but the Swedish version had other illustrations and I think it disappeared from the shelves a few years after I read it as it was considered racist.

By now the sun had won over the clouds so I decided to store up on vitamin D and mow part of the lawns.

Dinner the day after a birthday often means yummy desserts — this year we had a chocolate pie with pears.

The main dish was as always on birthdays in our house raclette — and no leftovers unfortunately.