SPRINGY
That white flowering explosion behind us in the farmyard? It’s called hägg in Swedish. I didn’t know what that was in English, so I looked it up yesterday and turns out it’s a bird cherry. They’re everywhere now. I can’t stop seeing them now that I know what they are. It’s like when I got my engagement ring and everyone on the el train suddenly had big sparkly rocks on their fingers. And when I was pregnant, and SO WAS EVERYONE ELSE. It was freaky, man. I have a major compulsion to know the names of things. It bugs me...