Spring has boiled over in Sweden and things are a-popping. Anders has even mowed the lawn once already! The bird cherries are clouds of white and forsythias flame over every garden fence. 20 minutes south in Malmö the magnolias and cherry trees are blooming, and the trees have already started to fill out. Up here the leaves are still so new that they almost look as if they don't belong to the tree, they look more as if a hovering cloud of motionless green butterflies have surrounded the bare trunk and branches of each tree and are waiting to attack.
Speaking of attack: AAAGH MY EYES!! THEY ITCH! If I'm outside for more than 10 minutes I start sneezing and then I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze and I blow through a pack of tissues and then I can't stop the irresistible urge to just rub my eyes once, just to squash the itch and HA! When your eyes itch like this you cannot rub them just once, suddenly you are rubbing and RUBBING AND RUBBING and AAAGH MY EYES!!! They're on fire, they're burning!! Stupid $%#@! allergies.
I am dying of allergies. Whatever you do, don't send flowers.