We live "out in the country" and are surrounded by farmland, and all the fields right now are full of either amber waves of grain or haybales. What is it that is so comforting about the sight of a golden field dotted with huge perfectly rolled balls of hay shining in the late summer sun? Maybe it's the visceral knowledge that the harvest is coming in, and food will be on the table and the livestock will have something to eat during the winter. I have yet, however, to see the sure sign of the end of summer in Skåne: a big fat sugar beet on the side of the road.
Karin climbed into our bed at 5 a.m. this morning. She's learned, at least, to stay at the end of the bed, like a dog (haha!) instead of trying to squish up between us, thus waking us both and making me mad. :) Wonder what she'll do when we actually HAVE a dog?! She dragged her comforter in with her, and then wanted to take it with her to dagis today. Had a bit of an upset when I told her she couldn't, but managed to get away with it by blaming it on the daycare's rule of only stuffed animals and books allowed from home.
I'm nearly done with photo editing and new web pages for our Ek Family update. The only pictures from my birthday are beach shots. :)
English words/expressions I've had to explain in the past two days: unleashed, horsing around, takes the cake.