The world is in bloom.
Every day when the boys and I walk to school, we discover new explosions of colour and seductive perfumes from nature's own scented donors.
The other day, our stroll back from school turned into a flower picking expedition, which for me brought on sweet memories of midsummer preparations in Sweden.
Oh, how I wish we did not have to wait until the end of July (!) for our school summer holiday here!
I suppose the grass is always greener where you can't pick it so easily, and from having craved English interior magazines when I lived in Sweden, I now dream of fingering the seductive pages of a "Lantliv" or "Drömhem och Trädgård", or...
A big thank you to my mother for being my personal Swedish magazine shopper. You are doing a grand job!