postcard from summer
Jul. 18th, 2009 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

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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. ♥
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Date: 2009-07-18 09:33 pm (UTC)My mom always says that the best thing about them is the smell, and then she proceeds to basically snort them up her nose all >:D because she is adorable.
MAN NOW I MISS SWEDISH SUMMERS LIKE CRAZY
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Date: 2009-07-19 09:32 am (UTC)IL YOUR MOM, because YES, THE SMEEEELL. SUMMER.
*hugs* remember that they're sometimes super-grey and mosquito-ridden and awful and cold? and then there are WINTERS.
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