>Well, not too hungover, at any rate. Another bright, sunny morning. A slight chill in the air, but generally speaking, pretty acceptable. Still some sub-zero nights in Sweden, it seems. Still snow around too, though it is steadily going. Should be clear by mid/late May!
The problem up there is that when the thaw sets in, as it has/is at present, everything drips – from rooves, eaves, everywhere it can basically. It then freezes overnight leaving every surface coated in a glistening cover of ….well…… ice. Walking around becomes a bone-threatening challenge; slithering and grasping for support becomes the norm. It’s quite extraordinary. And dangerous.
On one memorable occasion, I found it nigh impossible to walk back up the slight incline from the road to the house front/porch. In the end, I simply gave up the unequal struggle and, getting down on my knees, crawled back up the slope to the house – much to the puzzlement/amusement of our neighbour Håkan. I had been on the heavily taxed, overpriced, vin rouge beforehand, mind you.
Charlie spent most of the night indoors, curled up asleep, on his blaketty thingy, at the foot of the bed. Unfortunately, before dropping off for the night, he inadvertently, dropped something off. On the bed, on the duvet, near my pillows:
Last year my rather haphazard Pea plantings actually worked pretty well, with a surprisingly – at least to J – good harvest being obtained from both they and the Beans, I’d also scattered in an extremely loose/louche way. So what can go wrong this time, I ask? Of course this means that I must now clear and dig and prepare more beds for more seed planting, to ensure a spaced crop harvest later. Booger! Booger! Booger!