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This year I decided to make my own marmalade to chase away the Winter Greys. But fancy, with pink grapefruit and fresh pineapple.
If I were to mention the dropping temperatures or the dwindling harvest in my part of the world, how many of you would gleefully think of gorgeous woolly sweaters and deliciously melancholic evenings? Would there also be a fair few who, as a new friend lovingly reminded me at the weekend, would want to punch me in the head because EVERYTHING IS DYING?
…But if all that sounds very down and pessimistic, in reality our summer was filled with abundance too. A different kind, not one of a carroussel of places, faces, and suitcases bulging with things-we-must-bring-back. We've had to work a little harder to find joy close to home….
Usually Autumn is brief here, but this year has been strangely warm, and so at the beginning of November, when I would expect there not to be a single leaf left anywhere, I found myself with the chance to photograph a new design outside.
What, dear people of the Internet, do you think might be the least restful way to spend the summer?
We hit the summer solstice yesterday. Let's just say that, had I had another winter baby, I would be spending these newborn weeks shuffling around like some kind of narcoleptic mole.
We arrived just as the sun was beginning to rise. At 6:45am we said hello to our second baby boy.
... don't involve babies. Or maybe they do, in a roundabout way; When I set out to MAKE ALL THE THINGS before Bug's arrival I assumed I'd only get a fraction done. Turns out that this baby is indeed snug as a bug.
We arrived in Sweden with a hand-waving, Grana-munching little Italian. Change was inevitable, and at 4 years old the Bean is now very much a Little Swede.
Just a week to go until Midwinter, and the light starts to creep back again. It will help. It's hard not to get bogged down in darkness and murk at this time of year, isn't it? We live in the very south of Sweden, the agricultural rather than the forest and ...
