SHIVERY SONGS IN SPRING
Along Planteskolevägen, daffodils bow their heads and curtsey before the royal red crowns of the regal tulips. The sun is out, and you’d think by now I’d be used to it, but no. It’s just as awesome and bright every day it makes an appearance. The fields are plowed and turned and fertilized and some of them are even green, tiny little rape plants already pushing forth. Fields of rape. Rape fields. Amazing that something that sounds so potentially horrifying produces such unbelievable BRIGHT yellow blooms. You’d swear they’re fake. Nothing can be that yellow, right? Wrong. I don’t like...