postcard from summer

( tastes like nothing else )

Secret note to absenteye: smultronen är mogna.

For the rest of you, smultron are wild strawberries, and they grow in dikes and in little nooks in the woods, and I spent the afternoon picking them, getting mosquito-bitten and staining my dress with red. And if you haven't had them, oh--they taste like summer, like nothing else in the world.

Also, this is what I meant when I said I'd be around but not. I'm here, I really am, but I'm going to be woefully behind on comments and emails (I already am). But I wanted to share a little bit of summer with you, just a little bit. Sweden in a bowl, if you will. ♥