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Mysdag med Fredrika, All the Rowboats, Good morning!, Strawberries, Porslin, Bloglovin, Tårtan, Saffranspäron, Food, Test of new app,

Welcome Home "Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline. Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass was never much, but we made the most. Welcome home".

Doorways "And i believed the stars were wishes. I believed the world was good. I believed things hid in the dark and that all would turn out just how it should. I believed in all your stories. I believed you'd never lie. I believed if i could climb the trees behind the house, i'd touch the sky. I believed the skies were doorways home".

egn, regn och regn...
Var är solen? Var är vårvärmen?

Spring rain
conveyed under the trees
in drops.

Matsuo Basho

Tur att jag har mitt blodplommonträd utanför köksfönstret så jag kan känna lite vårlycka i alla fall. De små söta rosa blommorna lyser i vårrusket. De står sig riktigt vackert mot den grå himlen. Får hylla dem med en liten haiku av mästaren Basho. Det känns nästan som om solen kommer fram när man ser på blommorna (trots total avsaknad av minsta lilla solglimt).

With plum blossom scent,
this sudden sun emerges
along a mountain trail.

Matsuo Basho