The courtyard of the school looks like a ticker tape parade hit it, but it turns out it's the cherry blossoms blown asunder by the wind. Skåne is windy, as usual, and the trees are winking silver and green, silver and green. The tulips and daffodils are bleached of color and bowing under their own weight, and the dandelions are closed up tight waiting for the sun. It's a 3-pheasant day, must be a lucky one. 3 proud (but stupid) gentlemen pheasants ambling in various places along the edges of the road, the grove, the fields. 1 of them struts oblivious across the road as cars brake and wait.