Daily Archive: June 11, 2004

Roughhousing on our bed before dinner, Karin tumbles over me and, as she lands on Anders, yells, “Akta snoppen, pappa!”

Out walking in the fields yesterday evening, I stopped to listen. We’re out in farm country and the gravel road I was on goes past empty pastures, empty woods, a few houses, and if I had continued all the way to the end would have ended up at the ostrich farm and the river. Birdsong, at least three different ones, the only one I recognized was blackbird. I could hear a tractor chuffing and a lawnmower duet. Cars passed by on the main road far behind me, with that whooOOOOoooosh so particular to intermittant traffic. The breeze was ruffling the...