Cold, a little grey… very early spring in Sweden
But we’re getting there
Slowly… the bamboo will have to stay indoors for a while…
dreaming about the end of summer
Today, I know it will happen again: the balcony becomes a small jungle and we have wild strawberries for breakfast.
Yesterday I bought a swedish translation of Kalevala. In the past, people suffering through the long nordic winters would sing these ancient songs.