and one could always wonder what this is... 

...probably just me being bored.

A year has gone by and it's now time for me to move on.

I came just before Spring. Two days before my arrival the seasons' last snow had fallen and it welcomed me home with a thin layer of white, covering the fields. Soon the Cherry blossom colored the city once again and it was time for change. 

It was a tough start, being used to so much excitement and tropical extremes that the calm breeze of Swedish summer didn't really satisfy me. I appreciated the comfort of family but I was lost and so were you I believe. It took six months more, through a golden autumn with hand picked leaves in my window and I was back. Dark months of winter being beautiful with my new confidence. Knowing what I wanted my eyes opened up and I could enjoy all small things. I met them new ones that brought energy to my life and I could lean back. After darkness came light and Spring is once again showing her pretty face. Sweden is wonderful, my family is even better, my friends, hand picked as the leaves, are perfect. But nothing is complete without you and therefore it is time for me to move on. I have tried and I have fought and now I know. 45 days and I will be sleeping next to an angel. 

Strawberries by Tim.

I MISS MY ÄLSKLING.

I should remember to always bring my camera.

Stockholm is awake. People and litter are sun baking next to each other in still damp parks and café and bar customers are standing on others toes to get a spot. 

We are getting undressed but are still wearing goose bumps. 

Today all of Stockholm's three Sri Lankan people were standing outside our government, protesting against the Tamil Tigers, wanting Sweden to help. I fully support them but the image was quite cute. One was blowing a whistle the other two were jumping around making funny movements and sounds. 

It would have made a great shot. 

I cannot even bend the coin open and place myself in the middle. 

We have got Polar Bears in Sweden. 

But they do not Climb in trees.

Generation 3

underneath

the

christmas tree

the

great

woman

stands

tall.

Through

generations.

and always listen to your grandma.

Munching on Nature

Nässelsoppa med Ramslök

400 g Nässlor

1 l Vatten

2 msk Grönsaksfond

1 dl Hackad Ramslök

4,5 msk Mjöl

2 msk Olivolja

4 msk Matlagningsgrädde

Salt och peppar

Normally the streets are empty and I can sing out loud.

I am not complaining; spring is here. But I cannot sing anymore. 

A misty day outside with a drive in a grandmas car, a walk in a forest and a ride on a horse. Alone I am true and alive. I am creative and playful. I dare to take up time. 

How come all family gatherings always end up with so much food? 

I should have gone walking instead.

In the lack of water based paint

Spring finally conquered. So long thou cold shade of Winter.

Break from Uni meant a train ticket straight down to Mum and Dad and Simrishamn. Break for easter meant sun, walks, easter egg, nature, art and very much indeed; Spring. 

Being my first spring and all, having been away for a while, it chocked me to see the transformation from one day to another. But it appears to be that as soon as the sun is out for more than four hours a day, people wake up and migrate into town. I sat down and watched this crowding and how people, normally frowning down towards the ground, now mingled around with smiles on their face. Tragic in a way, but I guess humane and maybe a bit cute in another. Bears too awakes with spring. And cows.

Although the temperature has not yet gone pass 15°C and we still keep the house warm with having the fireplace going, the wind still lures one out for a walk outside to enjoy spring as only Swedes can do; 7°C and we take of our jackets, 10°C and we have our daily lattes outside and at 15°C we sun bake.

It is incredible in a way, how humankind can change so dramatically from one day to another. It was only last week that people were hiding in light rooms, trying to escape the dark. While watching these people I could’nt help but wonder what all these people do and where they go the rest of the year.

I live for being outdoors, it renders sweetness to my soul and as last autumn, I got  peacefully delighted by the colors of spring. Among the slowly warming winter trees, flowers stands tall. Proudly they aim for the sky and self absorbedly they draw all attention to them, seeking justice for many months folded under thick beds of leaf and snow.  It’s only the season in between that brings this country down, but there are few other moments in life where one can feel as harmonized as when northern nature glow.

Until we meet again.

xx.