On the last day of August, I took a little morning walk.
I followed the path into the forest.
The floor was covered with red blueberry leaves and lingonberries.
It’s been rainy lately and now mushrooms are popping up everywhere.
As I explored and took pictures, the wind made a nice rustling sound in the trees above my head.
It really really looked like a fairy tale forest.
Quiet, and full of treasures.
Wow, it’s been quiet around here. But you see, July is such a busy month : sunbathing (vitamin D, please!), dipping feets in rivers, driving past roadside flowers and funny road signs (“drive safe, retirees playing !”), treasure hunting in flea markets, building miniature watermills, making coffee on campfires, having picnics with a view (and occasionally, mosquitoes), etc, etc.
Bright summer nights, great times, great company: July in Sweden is just wonderful.
With may came green leaves,
and tiny green seedlings.
There was firewood to cut and split.
One day there was a rainbow.
The tree started blooming.
I went on many evening walks.
The days got longer and longer,
and now there are bright nights and this early morning mist is back.
The snow and ice are gone, and I went for a ride. Raced through the forest, stopped to listen to the silence. Heard birds. Smelled newly cut trees. Heard water running. Smelled moss and wet earth. Saw wild geese in the fields. Felt sun and wind on my skin. It felt good.