Tagged: wonderfulworld

28
May
2005

TICKETY WHOO!

Summer turns me upside down. Summer, summer summer, it’s like a merry-go-round! Bright sun? check. Blue sky? check. Slight breeze? check. Buzzing bees? check. Lilacs in bloom? check, check check! We’re heading out in a little bit to spend the rest of the weekend at the summer cottage of our good friends Emily & Martin. Our other good friends Angie & Kristian and their 2 kids will also be there, so I’m really looking forward to it. The weather couldn’t be nicer! I have made rice krispie treats and filled a bowl with chopped up strawberries and seedless purple grapes....

17
May
2005

WHEN EVERY LUSTY HEART BEGINNETH TO BLOSSOM

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I keep forgetting to write about it. One weeknight at dinner, after work/school/daycare, when Anders and Martin and I were a bit flat from a busy day, Karin was completely full of beans. The jumping kind. She bounced around in her chair, interrupted repeatedly, broke into song, made wild grimaces and generally behaved as if she had ants in her pants. I kept threatening to throw her outside to burn off some energy. Finally, after a particularly prolonged oingy-boingy-fit, I pointed at the door and said in no uncertain terms, “OUT!...

16
May
2005

OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD

Rapeseed sounds so wrong. Which is probably why, in America, the product it provides us with is most often referred to as Canola. Canola is only one kind of rapeseed, however, and the name is made up. Canola was developed in Canada and its name is a contraction of “Canadian oil, low acid.” Rapeseed is the third most important source of vegetable oil in the world, after soybean and palm oil. During the past twenty years, it has passed peanut, cottonseed, and most recently, sunflower, in worldwide production. But it’s used in lots of other products, many of them non-food-based....

15
May
2005

SENSATIONAL SUNDAY

Something sunny, something blue, something happy, something new! What a lovely day! Warm enough to wear a tshirt, chill enough to be comfortable. I was out gardening this afternoon, removing the weeds and grasses that have snuck over the borders to the figure-8 garden, and filling 2 raised beds at the front of playhouse, and planting a Japanese dwarf cypress in the front corner, lining its little circle with round eggy rocks from Gotland. I am NOT a gardener. I dislike greatly having dirt under my fingernails. I can’t sit on my knees very long and it’s way too much...

12
May
2005

PERSEPHONE RETURNS

do do do be do. La la la tra la! You should see the sky outside right now. It’s 9:30 p.m. and the sky is EXACTLY the same color as a robin’s egg. You can see some here at one of my favorite websites if you are not sure EXACTLY what color I mean. The cool thing about evening skies is how they shade down from cobalt to BLUE BLUE BLUE…this deep, rich blue that you could suck on like a popsicle to a rosy-golden-fireorange glow along the black demarcation of the horizon. Sort of like a darker, more glorious,...

08
May
2005

SUBLIME SUNDAY

The sky is blue with voluminous, roly-poly clouds meandering slowly by. Dandelions stretch up, reaching for their big sister’s comfort, their wide, bright eyes glowing. The air is warming, though still cool with a slight breeze. Spirea is flinging out its arms garlanded with white lace. The starry leaves of lupines gather on the plushy hillsides. A chestnut horse with black withers frolics around a pasture, trying to entice an older mare to play. He’s kicking up his heels, wheeling back and forth, but she’s having none of him. All of the neighbors are out in their yards, mowing, sowing,...

05
May
2005

OF COURSE, OF COURSE

I used to be all about the being busy. I thrived on it, it was a buzz; oil in my motor. Then, just to carry a motor metaphor to an utterly complete crashing halt since what I know about motors would fitbetweenthesewords, I ran the engine on no gas and parts started smoking. Friction! Gears grinding to a halt, crunch, squeak, squeeeeeeeeeeal. But my job keeps me buzzing, so I’m having to learn how to slow down around and outside of it. Even when I don’t have any scheduled plans, however, like today, it still seems to be my modus...

01
May
2005

O JOY! THAT IN OUR EMBERS IS SOMETHING THAT DOTH LIVE

Yesterday, I was sitting on the sofa for a few moments, reading a chapter in a new and, so far, excellent book, when something caught my eye outside in the yard. At first I thought it was a dog, but it was a hare, a gigantic rabbit, much bigger than a cat, that went lolloping by, its ears perched forward and its impossibly long feet flashing white. We’ve seen him before; he uses our yards, both front and back, as regular shortcuts on his daily bunny commute. Later, driving to Mats’ and Annelott’s home for the yearly Walpurgis Eve bonfire...

02
Jan
2005

AROUND AGAIN

It’s snowing swirly flurries in the streetlamps. Everywhere else it’s just wet. Slick and shiny and slippery wet, the snow and the rain dance together down the windowpanes. They slide to the side. They whirl to the ground, a mad aerobic fling. And the streetlights shine, they shine in the snow. The wind’s been blowing all day, a blustering and a muffled thump-thump-thump against the door. You can’t get in, wind! We’ll have no storm in here. Last days of vacation should always be spent like this: sleeping in, waking slowly. A long hot shower, a decent book. Seeing how...

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