Tagged: wonderfulworld

I always claim autumn as being my favorite season, what with its cooling days, perfect for sweaters, and the abundance of color in the treetops, among other things that bring me joy. But when I experience a spring like this one I’m hard put not to do a complete aboutface. Spring is truly a wonder. There’s something new every day, every moment practically. The kids ran laughing and shrieking through the sprinkler this afternoon, sleek as upright seals, their legs coated with tiny green grass shavings. They put the sprinkler under the big trampoline and screeched as the water tickled...

Being home after weeks away makes me feel like jigging, though I don’t actually know how to jig. I assume it includes planting your fists on your hips, arms akimbo and kicking your legs scissory from under your tartan but I may be getting confused with a reel. It wouldn’t be the first time. Spring is far more advanced here than it was in either Michigan or Massachusetts. I didn’t sleep on the atlantic flight at all, choosing instead to spend more than half the flight absorbed in movies I would probably never have gotten around to seeing. The first...

We’re supposed to get TWO FEET of snow tonight and tomorrow. TWO FEET. That’s 24 inches. 61 centimeters. Oh geez! It’s up to my knees! I don’t know whether to be pissed off or pleased as punch about it, given that in the former’s favor the mild temps and increasing daylight has me longing for real warmth and spring flowers, and in the latter’s favor we’ve had nearly no snow at all this winter so it would be kinda nice to have a little bit. It would have been nicer if it had come in January, when one thinks it’s...

3 days in a row the sun has been shining and I’ve gone for a walk despite the below freezing temperatures. When I drove down old Odarslövsvägen yesterday, the sky opened out in front of me in a giant pink and pale purple bowl. I thought I’d never seen anything prettier. Little puffy clouds were dotted here and there like a flock of sky sheep and the sun was dropping slowly behind me pitching out every vibrant pastel in its palette for my delight. Most of the fields are still green, having never really had a chance to freeze completely,...

How lucky can you be? Is it luck or is it coincidence when things come together in that certain constellation that either leaves you gasping with admiration or smug with pride, or just aglow with fulfillment? Even the small things: getting a parking place near the door when the lot is full and cars are circling like sharks, and then discovering there are sales going on for just the things you are shopping for? Slowly closing a book in the morning that filled you up over the last few days like good cream and later in the day, pulling another...