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I had dirt under my nails today for the first time in god knows how long. I love green and growing things but gardening? Is not one of my passions. However, in the great job jar of life, the front yard flower bed and the little bed under the kitchen window had my name on them this morning and I could no longer avoid their accusing looks. So I went out there and weeded the damn things and then I loosened and raked up all the dirt. I didn't water because it rained ALL DAY yesterday. And then I went in and scrubbed my hands until the half-moon crescents of my fingernails had returned to their usual pristine ivory color. I feel much better now, in all respects.

Yesterday, because of the unrelenting rain, my mood got blacker and blacker as the hours passed, bringing us closer to the time we would be sitting outside around a bonfire, grilling food IN THE RAIN. Every year, I fervently wish for clear skies and if not balmy, at least not wet, weather for Walpurgis Eve. Too many times I am disappointed and sit sodden and miserable, marveling at the Swedes who, watertight in their rain gear, seem to be reveling in their insane outdoor tradition, until enough time has passed that I judge it won't be considered rude if I disappear inside. This year, the rain beat down all day in a steady downpour and as my hair frizzed more and more crazily in panic I had wild last-minute thoughts of refusing to go, even knowing how it would disappoint my husband and kids, not to mention our friends with whom we have this standing engagement each year.

Anders checked the internet and assured me that the meteorologists had promised clearing skies by evening, but as we set off just after 5 o'clock there was no lightening in sight to the southwest from whence our weather comes. Mats was just starting the fire when we arrived 45 minutes later and the trees, grasses, wood, and benches were shiny and wet and running with water. I went inside and commiserated with his wife, Annelott, who was also lamenting the chilly wetness, until people started arriving. We all sat, damp and dripping, making jokes about the crap weather, and then the fire was burned down enough for Mats to set the round wire grill over it and hotdogs appeared as if by magic from every direction. Anders had made shish kebabs this year (spiced-marinated-pork, mushrooms, red & yellow peppers, zucchini slices, and little onions) and to top them off he stuffed jacket potatoes under the coals. Rain hissed on the grill, but softer and softer. A short while later, I looked up in amazement and said, "Has it stopped raining?" and "What is that bright THING in the sky?!"

It had. And it was the sun. Setting, but nevertheless, the sun came out and blessed our bonfire. Skona Maj, välkommen!

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Martin and I just went for a walk for the first time in a couple of months. Because of work insanity, and too much to do in nearly every sphere of my life, my good intentions of the new year were sidetracked a few months ago, and I've not been doing my daily half hour. Today was a fresh start, and tomorrow is the official beginning of a walking competition that I've signed up for through work, so I'll be wearing a pedometer and keeping track every day for the next month and a half of how many steps I actually take. The half hour walk netted me 3000, which was more than I anticipated. I don't know if there is a daily goal for the competition, but it doesn't matter that much to me as MY daily goal is the half hour. All the way around Flyinge I wished I'd brought the camera with me to record the buds, the little green buds, the pussywillows and the ex-pussywillows which have already burst into bright yellow puffs. We saw glory-of-the-snow and wood anemone and siberian squill. We saw the blood-red fingers of the beginning of peonies. We saw daffodils and narcissus and jonquils and I couldn't begin to tell you the difference between any of them and it doesn't help that I always thought buttercups was another name for daffodils (turns out it isn't). Spring is sprung!
 chipper
mood: chipper
music: Neko Case—Hold On Hold On


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no buttercups are the ones that look like....errrr...cups of butter....daffodils...are more ornate...more like Edwardian lighting arrangements.... ;)

hello to your Spring....our Autumn is well spongy here ;)

"And it was the sun." I read that very dramatically, like as if Vincent Price or David Attenborough (sp?) was reading it to me.

"in the great job jar of life,"
~gotta love that line!

Peonies are my absolute favorite flower, especially when I grow them myself. They're so rewarding! And so sensual! And so glorious!

One of my favorite memories of my entire lifetime was an afternoon in which I didn't have anything to do, after working hard all morning, and I bought an ice cream cone and sat on my front porch in the sun next to my peony bush in full bloom.

Do they grow wild where you are or are you seeing them in folks' gardens?

I've never seen them grow wild. These were all in people's gardens in the village. We don't have any in our own yard...yet. But I love them, and will be getting them sometime in the future. :)

You may like not like the act of gardening "Ick, sweat and diry fingers..." but you have the eye of a gardener. You notic and appreciate the glory-of-the-snows and siberian squills. That accounts for a lot.

Narcissus is the catch all phrase for both daffodils and jonquils (and the one I simply use). In general, jonquils are the multiflowered Narcissus. The flowers are generally a touch smaller with 3 to 5 blooms per stem. Often they bloom just a touch later.

I had fun looking them up. I only knew the Swedish name (which turned out to the Latin one) for the Squills, and spent some time researching them both. Glory-of-the-snow is such a great name!

'Tis a wonderful name. In Dutch the call is "Sneeuwroem" which translates literally to "Snowfame", which I like quite a bit as well.

(Anonymous)

Can I tell you a secret? I don't like gardening, either. I love plants, but not the work growing them entails.

~Sprigs

I'm the same way. The only plants I can manage are the ones that require the least amount of care, and that goes both for indoor as well as outdoor. :)

"The only plants I can manage are the ones that require the least amount of care, and that goes both for indoor as well as outdoor."

Can I tell you a secret...me too!
I've just spent quite a bit of time figuring out which plants these are.

LOL! I never would have guessed it!

Congrats on the gardening work and the walking schedule. You are the Super Mom/Wife/Employee of the century!

And, you can take a camera NEXT time, because you'll be out there every day, right?

I *have* to comment on a post that has a Steve Miller lyric for a title. ;) I've got 1,100 blog posts to read in my Bloglines account...methinks this little hobby crossed long ago over into obsession... I don't know how you can find time to squeeze in a half-hour walk every day with YOUR calendar...but something tells me if anyone could, it'd be you. :)

Heh. I DON'T manage, sadly. Not every day. But I'm TRYING! :D

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