Tag Archive for ‘Life’

Dandelion

Dandelion

Dandelion (taraxacum). This bright yellow flower has a bad name for some. With its extremely successful survival strategy it’s considered a weed. Many gardeners have cursed it with aching backs and hurting knees. With the thick leafs it can suffocate surrounding plants and completely take over the garden. In Swedish it is called “maskros” and that translates, with my usual creativity to “worm rose”.

Some love this flower. Children love to see how the seeds fly away like paratroopers in the warm summer wind. The grassing animals eat it with pleasure, I think. With its long roots it has a good resilience to dry weather. Bees also like it and many think that the honey tastes better. Again a reason for the gardeners to dislike it. Once the bees got the taste set on the dandelion they don’t do their job pollinating the fruit trees. Ha de Gött!

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Lily of the valley

Lily of the valley

Lily of the valley (Convallaria majalis). This shy little flower is absolutely beautiful with its small white flowers and green leafs. But be careful with the innocent bride look. It is quite toxic and can give you problems like nausea, vomiting and irregular heartbeats. Sounds like a good wedding party.

There is maybe a good murder story with lily of the valley salad after a few years as married. Ha de Gött!

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scurvy-grass

scurvy-grass

Scurvy-Grass (Cochlearia officinalis) I think it is. It was really hard to find out. As you can see it also has a little visitor. Drawn to it sweetness. Please don’t bug me for the name of that bug. This little plant is eatable and was used to cure scurvy. It is even still sometimes used to make ale.

Scurvy was in the past a fear for all sailors. During long voyages the lack of vitamin C caused the teeth to come out and at worse death. In 1747 the Scottish marine doctor, James Lind, proved that scurvy could be treated with lemon juice.

If I was a sailor back in the day I’d prefer the ale. Hoist the Jolly Roger and ha de Gött!

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Introductions

Introductions

Introduce yourself, that short, get to know.

Introduction to start of a training course or workshop.

Meet up with people you don’t know before.

Your name, company, your job and for how long.

Extracurricular activities and interest, not a problem.

But then.

Wife and two children, oldest 23 and one year left at university.

Studying to become high school teacher in Swedish and history.

Still quite easy, what next.

Youngest son should have been 21, but last year passed away.

Make everyone feel uncomfortable, but…

He’s still my son forever in my heart.

Never mention him, as if he never existed?

Pretend he’s still alive and at his second year at university.

But he will never be a computer science engineer.

His ash is in an urn.

Grief throws many punches in everyday life. Specially in situations you don’t expect. This needed to come out.

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Chest up

Chest up

Found these two pines today. Are they going up against each other or being supportive? Hugging or fighting for the space, like siblings. Two dancers on stretched legs with squirming arms in the wind.

Ha de Gött!

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Calm

Calm

Calm and still water in the early spring morning. Sun has already started to warm the air. Birds singing in tree and bush. Calling for attention, a mate to pass on the DNA. Some has already laid eggs and the parents take turn to keep them warm.

Walking through the forest birds are singing but as I approach the water birds start to scream. Why do seabirds scream? The seagull couple nest out on the little islet in the bay. Safe from most predators but not all. Big commotion when a large herring gull tries to steal the eggs. The smaller seagulls loudly and fearlessly attacks the bigger birds.

After a few minutes calmness returns. I don’t know if the seagulls manage to salvage the eggs and scare the herring gulls off. I guess this was just one of many attempts for the day. With only 9°C in the water I decide not to take a swim.

Ha de Gött!

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Enslingen

Enslingen

Shelter, against the wind
Savior, from the deep
Alone, on bare rock
Stubborn, trough time

This little shelter is called “Enslingen”. Translates to “the loner” or “the hermit”. It is built on the bare rock by the waterfront. Not very much information is to be found about this boathouse. I asked my father-in-law and he had a book with some info. I was expecting exiting stories but it was basically on two sentences.

It was built around year 1900 in this place as the bare rock was perfect to dry the large fishing nets. With the help of sun and wind they soon dried up. Now 120 years later it is a resting place for photographers and hikers in this fantastic natural preserve. Ha de Gött!

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Footprints

Footprints

Untouched sand beach. Only footprints from the seagulls. Looking for something to eat at the waterfront. Washed up oyster shells casting a shadow in the evening light. Sometimes life is places like this.

Ha de Gött!

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