Sneak preview

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I got another delivery… Fine cotton in six wonderful colors. This batch is for a present and for a few private projects. So let’s hope I get the presents out of the way soon, so I can focus on projects I can actually show here!

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It’s difficult to get the colors to show up on camera properly. They’re a bit warmer than represented here, but I can’t get the quality any better. Either way, they look lovely, don’t you think?

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Het voorjaar in de bol

For whoever was wondering: yes, Kim does little else than run around like a maddog whenever we’re close to any sort of river. But I’ll admit I was calling her back to me for a few of these pictures. Let’s be honest – they are that much prettier when she is in them.

The buttercups haven’t succeeded in their hostile takeover here by the river. Instead it’s the daisies who managed to get the upper hand. Daisies might just be my favorite flowers of all time. I mean, when we’re not counting flowers on trees. They’re just so cute and versatile. And edible! I love edible things. That’s why I like my dog.

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Brighter than the sun. Not sure what these are called though.

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Waves such big waves! Look at those waves! Oh my god waves!!!1

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Plantain/fleawort. Also edible! And very helpful in cases of stinging nettles. They’re in bloom too, though these flowers are really very inconspicuous. Apparently they’re good for a lot of other things as well, besides food and cooling your skin. Check it out.

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Okay, I’ve admitted that I love the winter light, with all its subtleties and cool golden glow. But the early summer sun does add a brightness to the world that you just don’t find in winter.

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Check out the tiny white flowers! No idea what these are, maybe one of you can help me? They’re certainly not daisies, but they’re small and dainty, really elegant flowers in a limited palet of greygreen and bright white. I bet they would love a VT-wonen interior. Nice grey wall, white couch, random ladder in the room…

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We also went for a swim! Or at least Kim did.

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I’m so proud of her for this. She used to be so afraid of water; she’d just stand on shore barking like mad at the offending fluid.

I’d like to tell you a story about how a lot of gentle coaxing and our kind and patient demonstrations made her lose her fear of swimming…. But I have to admit that it was a summer of gently and patiently driving her mad with sticks. We’d throw them in just in front of her, so she’d have to lean in to get the stick. Once she dared to do that, we’d throw it a little bit further…. and a little bit further… until we reached the point where she was so obsessively focused on the stick, she’d forget she needed to touch the ground.

The minute she realized she wasn’t touching the ground, she panicked and doggiepaddled back to the shore. But then we’d simply throw the stick in again, and she’d go barking mad (literally) again, and tried again…

Long story short, eventually she got over the fact that water is deathly terrifying and now she actually swims. Y’know, when the river or lake bank slopes gently enough, because we haven’t quite managed to get her to jump into the deep end at once. Yet. And you do have to throw in a stick, because what use is swimming if you aren’t going after a stick?

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Got it!

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Lalalaaaa. Hahaha, I just love her madhappy face.

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And pretty yellow flower! No idea what this is, either.

That dog in the background isn’t ours, by the way. No, this is the first dog that I met who is just as weird as Kim, running along the river banks like an idiot. Of course this dog was less than a year old, which means it was still a pup… unlike Kim, who has reached the ripe age of eleven and should by all means have turned into an indolent old fart by now. None of that, though, besides the fart.

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So pretty!!…

Spring in the flood fields

Okay, I keep posting about spring… but the season just makes everything so beautiful! Just check out the hawthorn right now. If I didn’t know about the thorns, I’d be tempted to just throw myself into those flowers.

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They smell great, too. Subtle and sweet.

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This dude (okay, it was actually a lady, but she has such a dude!head) came up to say hi.

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The buttercups are working on a hostile takeover of the dike.

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Bam! Buttercups.

But I think the dandelions are working on their comeback, considering the amount of seed heads…

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Wha? Me? Just chillin’….

Okay, not true, I made her pose again, and she retaliated by sticking out her tongue. I’m so mean, forcing my dog to sit pretty in my pictures all the time.

Of course, sometimes I want to take pictures without her in them, and then she always manages to end up in the photo anyway – sniffing this or that, sticking out her tail, drooling on the floor, not having a care in the world. I think I want to be a dog as well.

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The cow parsley is filling the air with its sweet sweet fragrants.

…though I’m sure Kim is smelling less fragrant scents down there. Infinitely more interesting than flower aromas, though, at least according to her.

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Aren’t they just perfect?

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No matter how old I am, I always have to check how many children I’m going to have. This time I think it was 37. Well, oops. Not sure how the husband feels about that.

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Okay, yes, I should probably start writing actual stories here, instead of just showing pictures. But I’ve got so many photos I’d like to share!.. Oh well.

Crochet updates will be along shortly. Unfortunately both projects I’m working on right now are gifts, which means the pictures will have to remain secret until I actually hand over the presents in question. Which means a certain amount of patience is needed on your side. But I bet you can manage.