postcard from summer

[harborshore]

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. ♥

Comments

[absenteye.livejournal.com]

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDD SMULTROOOOOOOOOOOOOON I AM SO JEALOUSSSSSSSSSSSSS :(((( WHY DID I EVER LEAVE SWEDEN, WHAT KIND OF A FOOL AM I TO ABANDON SMULTRON!

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

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

THEY ARE FOR TRUE THE BEST THING EVER, Y? *pets you* it's okay, they'll come back next summer and the summer after that and the summer after that, and eventually you'll be here to eat them!

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.