Springtime

Every year around this time I go out looking for pasque flowers (backsippor) on the heath by the sea at Stenshuvud near our country house.

It’s become a kind of ritual, and it was especially exciting this year when I got lost wandering through the woods on my way back from the heath – spring fever? – and discovered a marvelous place with a view, Kortelshuvud, where I had never been before.

The pasque flowers still haven’t started blooming but if you look hard enough you can see them popping up out of the ground, little furry things that, for me, have come to mean the onset of a new season and with it the prospect of better times. So happy easter or passover or whatever else you may wish to celebrate this time of year. For me the coming of spring is good enough.