Dear Spring in Sweden,<\/p>\n
Whatever you’re on, I want some. You’re lit up like a house on fire. Oh wait, that’s just the forsythia. I don’t think we’ve ever, EVER, had this many sunny days in a row and every morning when I wake up and look out the window to see what the weather is like, my heart skips a beat and I rise, amazed, feeling light as air, that the sun is up, the sky is blue, the birds are singing and it’s going to be ANOTHER beautiful day.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I went out and laid on the trampoline and got my hair and my clothes all full of static electricity. It was late afternoon, I don’t remember exactly what time. Karin was at a friend’s house, Anders was out bicycling, Martin would shortly join me in the sunshine, but for the moment I was simply lying in the light with my bare feet caressed by stray breezes. I shut my eyes and watched the back of my eyelids gyrate through lightning sparks and color spectrums that left me gasping with how VERY RED red can be. <\/p>\n
With your eyes shut, Spring does a magical number on your ears. I could hear children playing two yards over, a metallic ding as something was bumped repeatedly by the wind into something else, crows querulously arguing, jackdaws screeching, songbirds warbling and at least 2 wood pigeons cooing in the pine trees. I heard a pheasant squawk somewhere not too far away. Once in a while leaves rustled, grass rustled, everything rustled as the breezes shuffled the air about. You could almost hear things GROWING. And then a heavy lumbering buzz\u2014low-flying bumblebees the size of my thumb, sturdily zooming past on their way about their business.<\/p>\n
Daffodils dot every bed and border, the magnolia trees are lifting their cream-and-pink-colored lamps. Along the pear all\u00e9, those old scraggly trees are working hard on their bright white blossoms: not quite yet, but soon! The bird cherry across the ditch is full of promise: it’s going to burst at any moment. Everything, everywhere is going green, green, GREEN.<\/p>\n
I rolled over and sat up on the trampoline, feeling the movement of the bounce beneath me. From the corner of my eye, across the pasture in the newly-turned rapeseed field, something moved. The horses are gone; our farmer neighbor has apparently moved out: the ducks & geese have disappeared and the herd of yappy dogs with them. It wasn’t horse or pony, it moved too quickly and kept to the edge of the fence: deer! Little tiny deer, so small that Martin thought for a moment they were the big hares that lollop across the yard when they think no one is looking. <\/p>\n
Really, Spring, you’re out-doing yourself. Save some for summer. But bring on the lilacs!<\/p>\n
All my love,
\nLizardek<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
And some silliness<\/b><\/p>\n
Liz:<\/b> Martin! Karin! Time for Bread!
\nMartin & Karin<\/b>: Huh?
\nLiz:<\/b> BED! I meant BED!
\nLiz:<\/b> *chases Martin up the ladder into his bed* Sourdough! Rye! Pumpernickel! Whole wheat!
\nMartin<\/b>: You are so weird.
\nLiz<\/b>: Good night! Sleep tight! See you in the morning!
\nMartin<\/b>: Good night! Sleep tight! See you in the morning!
\nLiz<\/b>: I love you! NO! Wait! I LOAF YOU! Get it? Loaf? hahahaaa!!
\nMartin<\/b>: *rolls eyes*
\nLiz<\/b>: *giggles madly*<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Brimming Barrels of Belated Birthday Wishes to jackiejj<\/a>, blue_eyed_girl<\/a> and Meg<\/a>!<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear Spring in Sweden, Whatever you’re on, I want some. You’re lit up like a house on fire. Oh wait, that’s just the forsythia. I don’t think we’ve ever, EVER, had this many sunny days in a row and every morning when I wake up and look out the window to see what the weather is like, my heart skips a beat and I rise, amazed, feeling light as air, that the sun is up, the sky is blue, the birds are singing and it’s going to be ANOTHER beautiful day. Yesterday, I went out and laid on the trampoline...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[3],"class_list":["post-1724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-wonderfulworld"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1724","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1724"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4662,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1724\/revisions\/4662"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}