In the warm summer night
Spider spun its web
Morning dew soak it wet
Lure the thirsty fly for a sip
Invited to the spider nest
To be the center of the feast
Party on and ha de Gött!
Midsummer eve full of mystery
Midsummer eve pale night light
Midsummer eve flowers and bees
Midsummer eve family and friends
Midsummer eve herring and snaps
Midsummer eve children dance around
Midsummer eve stay up all night
Midsummer eve family and friends
The midsummer celebration is as special to us Swedes as others countries national day. I described this in last years midsummer blog post. Find it here. Ha de Gött!
Meet the fragrant beautiful climber, the Honeysuckle (Lonicera caprifolium). In Swedish “Kaprifol”. Climbs up to eight metres and spreads a lovely smell in the evening.
You can look but you better not touch, the berries are poisonous. Not deadly but your last meal will exit the wrong way and your face will go very red. You can also experience an excessive thirst.
Now I’m going for a beer, Ha de Gött!
It is sometimes hard to stick out in the crowd.
Green is the envy and green is go.
What would the flowers be without all the green.
Ha de gött!
Somewhere in the limbo between sleep and awake he heard a loud, thump. The feeling that something was wrong brought him to fully awake. His wife was already out of bed, screaming, “he fell, he fell out of the bunk bed”. He looked to his side of the double bed. There his son laid on the floor, the concrete floor with only a thin, so thin, carpet. The silence sent shivers down his spine.
As his wife now rounded the bed and reached their eight year old son he could hear the boy’s first sobbing.A stone fell from his heart, alive, he was alive. Gently they started to examine him to see if there was any blood. Even if the fall was a two metre drop to the floor he missed the sharp edge of the bedside table, hair short. Now the boy was crying more and louder. A call to the resort emergency service, where no-one spoke anything but the local language.
Taxi to the local emergency room. Two stressed out parents trying to explain what had happened, to hospital staff that didn’t understand. Finally after several hours a nurse came that spoke some English and could translate. As the first pale morning light reached through the windows he was carrying his little boy through long corridors to the MRI machine. Three days in hospital instead of a fun weekend at the famous resort. It took some years before the family dared to go abroad for a holiday again.
True Story, ha de gött!
Last month I got notice from WP that I had been blogging for a full year now. So it is probably time to write about, blogging.
My blog was originally about writing but has now evolved to my new found interest of photography. I think everybody involved in something creative experience blockage from time to time and so do I. Good thing I have many pictures to choose from. I would like to be able to do more writing but having a full time job makes it a challenge.
Interact with my fellow bloggers is what I like most. Not that I have become a “like” junkie. But it is quite pleasing to see that someone actually see what I put up. The hardest part is commenting on others blog posts. Especially poetry as it is quite new to me, even if I did lots of rhyme with my children. Some really poor puns too. Sometimes I refrain from a comment just because I’m afraid it would be misunderstood. After all English is not my native language and I speak better than I write. So sorry if I offended anybody with my deranged humor in any comment.
Other times I just don’t comment as I don’t have anything clever to say. I wonder if it is better to just make a, well done or good, comment. Can I do that with someone writing excellent poetry or take way better photos than me? What do you think?
I’d like to thank my WordPress community, no one mentioned, none forgotten, for helping me develop my creative side. Ha de Gött!
What do you mean, stress!?
Keep calm and chew.
Ha de gött!
The unknown flower from yesterday is now identified as Nottingham catchfly (silene nutans). In Swedish “Backglim”. Thank you for trying to identify this. There is a proverb in Swedish that basically says “don’t cross the stream for water”. It was my neighbor who identified it.
Ha de Gött!
An unknown beauty from last evening walk. If anyone know the name please tell me in the comment section. Ha de gött!
No words needed. Ha de Gött!
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