Sunlight dripping trough the thick leaves. Proud and tall they spread their branches in the early summer sun. Letting enough light sipp trough to the grass and flowers on the ground. A gentle breeze rustle the leaves. Accompanied by the singing birds and the buzzing of insects. The groove is a haven for bio-diversity, a northern rain forest.
Ha de Gött!
Barb Wire, would not let anybody in
Barb Wire, would not let anybody out
Barb Wire, integrity so strong
Barb Wire, touch and get stuck
Barb Wire, leave you scratched and scared
Barb Wire, galvanized with trust
Barb Wire, neglected to rust
Barb Wire, would not let nobody out
Barb Wire, would not let nobody in
Barb Wire, all alone
Ha de Gött!
Dear child has many names as the Swedish proverb goes. This little flower (Cardamine pratensis) must be loved in the English speaking world. I could find four, Cuckoo flower, Lady’s smock, Mayflower, or Milkmaids. In Swedish “Ängsbräsma”.
Cuckoo flower makes my imagination go, cuckoo. Referring of coarse to the film “One flew over the cuckoos’s nest” from 1975 with Jack Nicholson and directed by Milos Foreman. I quite often feel I would fit right in there, and I guess if you read by blogs you know what I mean.
Lady’s smock. Don’t know if I dare to go there. Moving along smartly to the Mayflower. Yes it starts to bloom in May so the name makes perfect sense but that’s no fun. Instead thinking of the famous ship that sailed from England to North America. Imagine the scene when they arrive and being greeted on the beach by John Wayne saying “Howdy, pilgrim”.
Milkmaids. Oh, the scene with milkmaids walk giggling over the field with buckets in their hands. Sun is shining from a clear blue sky, cows moo to be milked. Bee’s buzzing around the flowers and a cool breeze tangles the girls hair. The milk makes that special noise as it sprays to the bottom of the tin buckets. Giggling continues as they talk about this evenings dance and the boys there.
Well that’s another story. Ha de Gött!
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!
a giant eye watching the night looking, at you looking, down on you extraterrestrial probing hiding in plain sight
The Moon. Our mysterious neighbor. Scientist say it is a planet and we see craters from meteors crashing to its surface. But, what if…. What if it really is a giant CCTV or an eye? Who, then is watching? Have a good night!
Flying steady in formation. We fly safe in any kind of weather. Stay on course with the Quacknav. Tested for many generations. The way we can see even when flying over the sea. You can huff and you can puff. We just quack on.
More pictures from the windy Friday and the ducks wanted to be the stars also today. Ha de Gött!
The sun created an aura around her head as she leaned over him for a kiss. Her laughter was like the blackbirds singing in spring. He was confused. He felt no joy but instead a feeling of discomfort was throbbing in his head. The taste of blood filled his mouth instead of the soft feeling from her kiss. Her image swept away by a dark cloud and a thundering sound. Yet not irregular like thunder but more a rhythmic pounding. He came to when a bucket of ice cold water was thrown in his face. He found himself laying on his back on a steel deck. And instead of his betrothed, two rough coast guard officers leaned over him.
How did he end up here? In his hazed mind he slowly remembered, through the coast guards shouting, how he and his brother crashed into the coast guards steamboat in the thick fog. The coast guard vessel made good speed so his brothers small wooden boat was crushed by impact. They ended up in the ice cold water. He saw his brothers head sticking up over the surface just before he lost consciousness. Now he realized that the rhythmic pounding came from the steam engine.
A slap in the face face from one of the officers pulled him away from his thoughts. Over the engine noise, the ringing in his ears and the throbbing headache he tried to understand what the coast guard officers was shouting. Only with quite some effort he could make out that they spoke Norwegian. The tongue failed him when he tried to speak. All swollen and bloody as his lips. He tried to tell the officers that he was Swedish hoping they would treat him less violently. One of the officers kicked him before they went out slamming the heavy iron door shut behind them.
He was laying there on the floor all wet, in the noise and heat from the steam engine wondering if his brother made it. He cursed him for the idea of running contraband booze to Norway. Would he ever see his beloved again or rot away in a Norwegian prison cell?
This is the second part of the story contraband. Click here to read the first. Stay tuned for the continued story. Ambition is the connect it all to a novel in the future. Ha de Gött!
Crazy old Ram McMutton Built an empire out of cotton Was a bit of a fool Better to set up in wool In despair began to weep Lost his flock, the sheep Went to competitor mr Wolf Now graze on meadows for golf Managed by a speckled beagle Clear from people hitting an eagle His wife, the lovely Ewe Stops this poem now, leave
Was not sure if I should press Publish or Delete but I guess I’m fearless today. Ha de Gött!
I put the kettle on for you. Boiled coffee that you like so much. Pored it in our best porcelain coffee pot. You know the one with the blue and brown decorations. The coffee cups and small plates for the chocolate cake you love. Just took it out from the oven, so it is still warm. This morning I also made gingerbread cookies.
Now I sit here in the garden. It is still warm in the late summer sun. I look at the horses out on the field and listen for the sound of your car. I stroke my hand over the tablecloth that you brought from the city last visit. It was so long ago. I suppose the studies keeps you busy. Now, that must be your car! I get up and walk to the side of the house. Oh, it was only a gust of the wind.
I put the coffee pot on the small side table on the porch. The sun is starting to set behind the hills and it’s getting colder. I take all the garden furniture in also, should it start to rain. Chase some flies of the cake before I put in the pantry. Sitting down in my chair I turn the radio on and take up my knitting. In the darkness I see the headlights from your car lighting up the wall.
Story from the abandoned house. Ha de Gött!
There in at the edge of the forest. Alone and neglected. Lawn mower locked in the outhouse for many years. Bushes and trees running wild in the garden. Dry paint falling off, leaving the wood open to the forces of nature. In dire need of attention.
Found this yesterday and I think it looks good in Black & White. It is still salvageable. The chimney looks fine and there is electricity, but I doubt if someone pay the bill. There is also an outhouse that I wrote of yesterday. Ha de Gött!
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