Daily Archive: May 14, 2004

Juniper bushes are bearing waxy blue buds, bleeding hearts hang heavy on their bushes. Walking across the green clipped expanse of the park space hidden in the middle of Flyinge’s neighborhoods, the sky looks immense. I almost feel I could flip upside down and float up into it. Gravity could stop working any minute. The pink blossoms of the cherry trees are snowing down with every breeze, and drifting in piles against the edges of paths and curbs. The lilacs are bursting among their isoceles-shaped droopy leaves in every nuance from white to lavender to royal purple. Spirea smells like...