Spring Cometh

This short NPR segment on Berlin in spring also perfectly describes Sweden as the same “wet, gray blanket of winter is lifted”.

It was 10°C (50°F) and bright on Wednesday. A glorious heat. Fighting depression from recent events, I dragged myself outside and, closing my eyes just like it’s described in that report, faced the sun like a flower. Mom has always performed this gesture. We used to half-mock her when we were young, but it was one of her trademarks. Now I realize it’s a scandinavian thing, running in her blood, just like so many of her idiosyncrasies. Just like her love of cream and hard-boiled eggs and willingness to skinny dip in the coldest lakes.

Comments

[Kristin]

Ah, yes. The odd customs of the northern lattitudes!

I, too, follow the sun like a sunflower in Kansas in the early spring.

I find joy when it's light enough in the morning that I can open the curtains before I leave for work. The cats are very appreciative.

But, alas, there is also the detritus remaining from all that melting snow. Every piece of litter for the past four months is now plainly visible. Yucko!

[rick mortensen]

Hello, Stewf. So you've been in Sweden and you're going to Berekley, hunh? Good for you. Lovely site, can't believe I stumbled across it.
Martha and I love Berekley, we used to drive up the 101 from L.A. every chance we got.
(We now live in Des Moines. To find out why, you'll have to write me back.)
good running across your well laid-out musings.
cheers
Rick MOrtensen
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