Raspberries are plentiful this summer. For dessert, we go out in the garden and pick them direct from the bush. I have tended my raspberries carefully for many years and defended them literally with my own body from Staffan’s attacks with the lawnmower. Staffan does not want raspberries in the lawn. I think that raspberries are worth sacrificing a bit of lawn. I have won inch by inch every year, weeding minutely around every tiny plant.
A displaced hedgehog is a figure - or rather an image - from Tove Jansson's Moomin books. This is how I can best describe myself. This blog is mostly about being displaced.
Saturday, 19 July 2008
A taste of childhood
Raspberries are plentiful this summer. For dessert, we go out in the garden and pick them direct from the bush. I have tended my raspberries carefully for many years and defended them literally with my own body from Staffan’s attacks with the lawnmower. Staffan does not want raspberries in the lawn. I think that raspberries are worth sacrificing a bit of lawn. I have won inch by inch every year, weeding minutely around every tiny plant.
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You forgot to mention that Grandmother Julia's garden was situated in that treasure of Sweden and Dalecarlia, Ludvika. Where, by incident, I was born.
And the police station is not your ordinare precinct, it is A Huge Structure that makes you wonder: is crime that big in Ludvika (population 20 000).
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