April showers brought us May Flowers this year as well...

Min April kom och forsvann och i mina dagliga sysslor med bolan och fastighetskop. Medan dropparna av nyheter fran resten av varlden likt sma kristaller glanste med olika klarhet och farg. Sissel, min syster fran ett tidigare liv (tror jag), tog sig samman och sande mig ett e-mail, den kristallen skiner bland de allra storsta och klaraste. En annan lite mera profan men inte dessto mer forunderlig var att min hemby Visttrask antligen fick sin hemsida "up and running". Dar kan jag nar hemlangtans monster griper tag i mig dyka ner i bildarkivet och riktigt frossa i alla naturens arstider som ar rikligt forevigade for kommande slakten. Nar sista April kom sa tog jag till min flaska, en Bourdeau som jag har haft liggande pa min vinhylla en lang tid. Flaskan och jag satt och mindes vara sista April festligheter i Uppsala och vemod och ensamhet fyllde snabbt upp min pool av sjalvmedomkan och jag foll i dromlos somn. Men nu sa har vi Maj manad och skurarna av mina tarar har torkats bort efter ett telefonsamtal som jag just avslutade med en av de modigaste och mest beslutsamma vanner som jag har borta i Sverige. Inga-Britt, Du ar dagens hjaltinna och till dig ger jag den allra storsta Maj-blomman som finns. Fortsatt att kampa med din vanstra sida och snart sitter vi pa Din altan igen och minns vara sista April fester fran anno dazu mal.

April. april Du dumma sill, jag kan lura Dig vart jag vill

April. april Du dumma sill, jag kan lura Dig vart jag vill Nu ar det dags igen, April med alla sina blomster och overflod av naturlig skonhet har igen fangat mig i sitt romantiska garn. Jag upplever mig sjalv som en riktigt trevlig aldre dam som gar och bar pa en stor hemlighet. Jag har blivit fodd pa nytt denna April, kanhanda pga att jag har lagt till en ny generation pa Kamilla stegen. Men det ar skont med perspektiv pa livet konstaterade jag nar jag upprepade ramsan for mig sjalv. 1;a April var den stora "luraredagen" och enligt gamal tradition sa skulle offret luras over minst en troskel. Jag minns hur arg jag blev nar min pappa lyckade med bedriften att lura mig. 1'a April ar ocksa min brors fodelsedag och darav lite extra festlig. April med rosor i Texas, tulpaner i North Carolina och borjan till snosmaltning i Granslandet ar ocksa hoppets manad. Nu planeras det for alla planteringar och diverse fron och plantor inkopes pa postorder varlden over. Nu ska det minsann bli andra bullar av, denna sommar ska inte ett enda ogras fa faste i vara rabatter och vi ser i andanom ett forskonat Eden av var tradgard. April. april Du dumma sill, jag kan lura dig vart jag vill.

It's a wonderful world.........

With this song in my heart I watched Lilleman being born. The pride of that moment has only been superceeded by the pride of the moment when his mother was born. Usually I am not short of words to describe my feelings, but in this case I have only one thing to say;
I love you with all my heart and soul. I give you my promise of always love you and I will follow you into adulthood with the same pride as I am watching you today.
You have come to a world that is suffering fram war and where dark clouds way back on the horizon is making people fear what the future will bring. Henry my grandson, we all have faith in you and your future fellow men that will put it all together again so that man doesn't have to fear the future again.
I pray that you parents will use all their imagination and trust their feelings in raising you to be and to do what you came here for.
But until then you will be my Lilleman.

Spring has sprung even in The Colony, TX

The birds and the buds has been energized by the wonderful force of nature. Again we can rejoice and feel rejuvenated from the inspiring and uplifting signs of SPRING. My old Bradford Pear tree has put on his showcase of white beautiful flowers and the small critters are already circling around them. 2 days ago we got a late visit from Grandpa' winter. Snow fell in big soft flakes until they covered all of my backyard. They say that snow is poor mans fertilizer so I guess my garden will have received the sufficient nutrient that is needed and I can just sit back and enjoy. Spring is also about waiting for something, I am waiting for the last 3 weeks of The Little One's getting-ready to be born. I find myself preparing mentally to be the Swedish grandmother that he deserves to have. His mother, Elizabeth told me today that she had done a Spring cleaning, I bet she is the only one that performs that task in her 9th month of pregnancy. The reason she said was that she wanted her home as well as everything else be prepared for him when she can bring him home. Pippi, Pierre, Pia and Pelle are also enjoying the spring, they are livelier that usual and seems to get a great pleasure of chasing the early flies that have woken up, groggy and not quite clear of what this is all about. The new beginning of life's circle can be sensed everywhere even in my flowerbeds. The small earthworms seems to be wigglier than normal and the dirt smells good to my gardening nose.

Cupid's Day called Valentine Day

This morning when I came out to the kitchen there were one dozen red roses in a beautiful wase on my kitchen table. As I bent down and touched one of them with my lips I was giving thanks for Jerry in my life. I have a wonderful husband, a good friend and lots of memories from our very soon 30 years of marriage. I remember when Josephine was born 29 years and 2 days ago and Jerry was so afraid that she would be born on Febr. 14. Luckily she was born on The Presidents Day instead and he seemed happy with that even if she still has not entered the political arena and maybe never will.
The Little One is now 33 weeks in the making, he is kicking around and making Elizabeth all prepared for the rest of her life. To be a mother is such a blessing and to have a good man is a great help. Today I want to give away my roses (symbolically of course, I am after all quite selfish) to all those good men out there that deserves attention, Thankyou for all the babies that you have given us women and especially those that were given under the spell of Cupid. Happy Valentines Day to all and especially to The Little One.
mormor Kamilla

My old Bradford Pear Tree and I

When I left home this morning to go to work I felt a whiff of something strange as I passed under my Bradford Pear tree. At first I could not quite place what it was and where it came from but then as I looked up I saw them. My tree has already put out its spring buds and they were swelling and that was the whiff that caught my nose as I passed by. Just the thought of my poor tree giving me a lesson in confidence on this Friday morning. Just barely one week ago I was raking up the last leafs that had fallen to the ground. When I think about my trees up in Northern Sweden that must stay bare for 6-9 month until their buds will start to swell I get sad. I was in such a good mood all morning and I found myself humming on an old Swedish song "Nar det varas ibland bergen far jag komma till Dig da och pa nytt fa lasa sagan uti Dina ogon bla.........." You are crazy said my friend Liz. Nobody gets spring fever in the beginning of January wait at least until February when the spring flowers start to sprout. I am sticking with my Bradford Pear Tree. Him and I are celebrating the new beginning. We are looking out towards what is going to happen with great expectations. He will get leaves and I will get to hold my grandson, The Little One. He will feel the wind in his branches and I will feel the love from my daughters in my heart. Together we are celebrating the beginning of spring as it came today.

Santa Lucia, ljusklara hagring

December ar den manad pa aret som ar alldeles for kort for att kunna fa plats med alla activiteter. Advent, med min gamla roda papperstjarna som hangs upp till stollt forevisande och lyser utan avbrott fram till Juldags morgonen, ar det ena. Min advents stake fylld med mossa och sma immitaitoner av flugsvampar och lingonkvistar far hedersplats pa koksbordet med en liten julduk under sig. Jag tander det forsta ljuset och sitter stilla och tanker pa alla de ar som gott. Nasta milstolpe ar den 13 Dec. Lucia dagen, som ocksa ar min 30 ars aniversery av min forlovnings dag, How sweet is my memory of Jerry proposing that night such a long time ago. Ute sa ligger den gra December dagen tyst och stilla. Alla lov har numera fallit av och ligger som en vacker gul.rod matta over de annu grona grasmattorna. Jingelbells och Raindeers paminner oss i varuhusen om att vi borde vara mer generosa och kopa mera grejor till varandra. Jag ser fram emot julen detta ar. Jag kommmer att ha alla mina "fyra" flickor hos mig. Sybil, Elizabeth, Mimi och Josephine. (om an i omgangar) Mimi med familj kommer Juldagen och de andra 3 aker hem annandagjul. I am truly a very blessed person this December in spite of having the flu raving my poor body and making every one of the 62 years hurt.
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