The last two days have been beautifully sunny! A bit cold, but sunny. The surprising thing has been that we will enjoy a pure starry sky with complement of the rounding moon before we sleep, then, in the morning, there has been snow on the ground. Yesterday there was more snow than I had seen the whole time we were here and not all of it was melted by the time we went to bed. (photo of unpruned Filia trees--a very strong symbol of Skane--the Southern part of Sweden)
At the same time, wildflowers of snowdrop, a bluebell-like flower, a yellow star, and crocus bravely endure the wind and the chill, sometimes peeking up from the snow, and the daffodils outside my writing window continue to swell nearly into bloom.
Yesterday morning, Hunter drug his feet when the Nanny wanted to take him to a nearby sledding hill. By the time he was finally willing, the only thing he was able to do was go “sand sledding” which sounds very difficult, to me. (photo: crocus and snowdrop)
Last night, while Phil was busy working on taxes (like many of you, I’m sure), Hunter and I occupied ourselves by going to the grocery store to get ingredients for Easter dinners (we’re invited to three, so far). Afterward, the moon invited me to visit a beach near the
The beach was built up with what a friend calls “cabbage soup:” mounds upon mounds of sea grass, tiny shells and other underwater delicacies. Because neither of us had our wading boots on, we had to stay rather close to the car and not approach the water. The sea was a deep dark blue mass only slightly highlighted by the moon (not like one might see it reflected on a still lake) and the outline of the shore a contrasting deep black. We could hear the slight lapping of waves, much more calm than it often is, and sense the peace of being out at night beyond teenagers and cars. The Orion constellation was immediately above us. There was very little snow remaining on the ground, if any. Hunter soon wanted back in the car, as the night spooked him.
By morning, though, the windows were bright upon our waking, reflecting the early morning sun off of the furtive snow fallen in the night. Now that it is a few moments past , it would be difficult to guess that the snow was ever here, except between rows on the plowed fields at the edge of the Höllviken harbor. (photo: snow on fields)
This has been
I’ve heard from home that Easter feels like it is arriving before the winter has completely flown and tried to settle into spring. Such is the case, here, too.
So, let me be so bold as to finally write about Christmas time in