I feel rather boring these days. Cleaning the bathroom, inventorying my library and working do not make for scintillating blog fodder. And yet, here it is, into the second week of April, and I had been trying to write more. What happened to that?
We have had very changeable weather lately. All possibilities within the space of an hour: sun, warmth, wind, rain, snow, hail, you name it. As we say, if you don’t like the weather in Sweden, just wait five minutes. But it IS warming. Despite the frost on the ground overnight, the trend is definitely upwards. Martin and I went for walks this weekend and you can see the green, swollen, just ready to explode. I think one more week ought to do it. My eyes ought to have exploded by then, as well, or maybe I just wish they would: GAH the itching.
I haven’t been able to breathe for a couple of days, despite taking allergy meds and nasal spray. Allergies are miserable, and again, NOT scintillating blog fodder.
It’s a short week, though, since we had yesterday off as well. I guess that counts for something. The kids both had today off, too, which I thought rather unfair.
Thursday is book group. I’m looking forward to it, as I think the book we read will make for a good discussion. There are 13 people signed up, which is about average. The next one, in May, I’m hosting. I actually dislike hosting book group… I always feel like I’m missing the discussion because I’m getting food things ready. This time, I think I’ll get it all done in advance AND put it out first so people can nibble while we talk. If it’s nice, we can be out on the deck, but if so, I’ll have to power wash the bird shit off first.
That’s the only bad thing about the bird feeders. They’re too close to the deck and the pheasants and the bigger birds hop about and poop everywhere. We’re almost out of bird feed…I think I have enough to fill the feeder once more. ICA isn’t selling bird feed anymore, which I think is a little early. Anders says I’m spoiling the birds by feeding them once it’s spring, but I do like watching them. We always jump up and wave our arms to scare off the crows and jackdaws. They can forage elsewhere, the greedy guts. I don’t mind the pheasants so much, but I really like the little songbirds and sparrows, and the occasional woodpecker. We don’t have the variety that ozswede enjoys, but I like them all the same.
Must get serious about the garden… at least cleaning up the beds, clipping the roses and the heather and finishing the pots. I have to remember to get net for the cherry tree again, too. After last year’s bumper crop, I’ve got a hankering for summer cherries again. There aren’t even barely buds on it yet, but they’re coming, too.
I think I shall take my itchy eyes and stuffy nose to bed now. I hope all is well in your world and your prose is more scintillating than mine. Shouldn’t be too hard, I don’t wonder.