Also called cross-leaved heath. Got its common name from the leaves that grows out from the stem in a cross of four leaves. Native in western Europe. In Swedish “klockljung” that translates to “Bell ling”. The name is probably from the bell shaped flowers. Even if the Swedish name suggest so, it does not make any sound. However both the Swedish and the English names suggest involvement from the church.
Ring, ring give somebody a call, ha de Gött!
A rainy day I will sort things postponed and neglected A rainy day I will get down to it long awaited A rainy day I will sort it all out structure and shape A rainy day I will let it all flow symphony of keys A rainy day I will bloody well will write that novel
But today sun is shining, ha de Gött!
A full year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525 600 minutes. 31 536 000 seconds. Since you left.
In the video my son Edvin, who passed away from us one year ago today, plays his own music. I recorded the video just an hour after he finished the composition. A few week later he was no longer with us. I post this to honor his memory. Hope you like it.
Hylotelephium maximum or in Swedish “Kärleksört” that translates to “Love herb”. It is a succulent plant and can therefore survive in places and periods with little or no water. The plant stores water in the leafs, so it can survive a long time even if it’s pulled up by the roots. According to the folklore the plant could help you choose lover. By hanging it up in the ceiling and by attention to who it turn towards. In Swedish succulent is “fetblad” and with my creative translation it becomes “fat leaf”. So lovers herb building up fat in the leafs to endure rough times. Not so far from us humans. Building up lovers handles, weather it is for someone to hold on to, or to endure times when you have to cook on your own.
The English speaking world must love this herb. Orpine, livelong, frog’s-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John and witch’s moneybags. The names livelong, life-everlasting and live-forever is connected to the plants ability to survive. I guess harping johnny falls in that category, a folklore pun. It might be a good idea not to pick them if you don’t want a pack of angry witches on your tail. Then again being a maiden at midsummer it might be a lucky pick. How orphans and frogs came in to the equation? Here do my imagination fail me, if anyone has an idea please share.
All you need is love, ha de Gött!
It has been avoiding me all summer, but finally I got a decent shot. The Peacock butterfly (Inachis io). For some reason the latin name is different in the English (Aglais io) and Swedish (Inachis io) version of Wikipedia. The common names does not differ to much. In Swedish it is called “Påfågelsöga” that translates to “Peacocks eye”. The name comes from the distinctive eye like mark on its wings. These marks is similar to the marks of the Peacock bird. No peacocks in Sweden, so you will have to use a search engine close to you to find a picture. If you do live in a region with those magnificent birds you are more than welcome to share.
Puff up your feathers, ha de Gött!
Your brain, can be fantastic but also, a pain in in the ass The darkness can fall, and hit you, hard You can decide, but it is sometimes hard The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on Pray, it will be better soon. Hold tight God, will it be better soon. I must be My head, can be fantastic Every day, a pain in the ass The darkness will fall, and hit you hard Run for your life, run far The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
This song lyrics was written a year ago by my son, Edvin. Just a few weeks before he passed away. It’s a punk rock song where he also written music. It is only partially recorded as he wasn’t fully pleased with this song. Even so, I’ve decided to post it. This was his first attempt to write lyrics so he asked me what he should write about. I answered, try to explain how you see the world and I think this text bluntly expresses his struggle. He did record another song that you can find on Spotify (link). Ha de Gött!
The yellow loosestrife (Lysimachia vulgaris) with a visitor collecting its nectar. Grows in wetlands. In Swedish “Strandlysing” that translates to beach light. With its bright yellow color it really draws your attention like a light.
The English name offers some play with the words. What do you think of this “coward moderate fighter”. What can you do when bees and wasps comes poking your eyes. Whit the help of the wind I rattle my leaves and make your landing hard.
Don’t be a yellow-belly. Ha de Gött!
after covid months of home working crowded tight together, no joking family sat down, had a voting daddy won, let's go boating out to the free, wide blue recharge energy, need this true now they sit leeward, close together caught by the harsh windy weather either way you choose you can win and, or loose
In Swedish this is called “Prästkrage” that translates to priest’s collar. In English it is called ox-eye daisy, dog daisy or marguerite (Leucanthemum vulgare). I guess the Swedish name comes from the white collar priests had in the 1600, still do in Denmark. The collar is called ruff, you have to check google for a picture.
Don’t know if oxen and dogs like this daisy but they may be confused by the spelling and go for a drink instead. Almost like bad joke. A dog, an oxen and a priest went for a drink. After a full night of confessions and bullshit they were all sent to the doghouse by mrs Pope.
Better stop I don’t know where this is going, help. Ha de Gött!
To get to my boat I have to walk through a field with cows. Close to the water there is a few meter with a very narrow passage with rock on one side and a wetland on the other. As I came around a corner I found myself face to mule with the cows. First I wasn’t sure how the bull would react, you see him in the middle, but he’s a very kind fellow. They like to eat from the reed as it apparently has a sweet taste. Guess the cows has a sharp tongue and take no bullshit.
They let me take some nice photos and I could make my way trough the flock to the boat. I just told them “well now, this path isn’t wide enough for all of us”. Not only a blogger but also a cowboy, yiihaa, ha de gött!
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