Daphne mezereum English: Daphne or Mezereon Swedish: Tibast Finnish: Näsiä I think that daphne is a special flower. It grows early in the season, it grows straight from the stem in small trees and the scent is enchanting. I could smell the flowers long before I saw them and although I’m normally not a friend…
It feels like summer already, sunny and warm. I decided to make the most of weather and took a couple of hours off to drive to my old hunting grounds north of Ljusdal. I especially wanted to see Gröntjärn again and I was hoping to get lucky with the pale pasque flowers (Pulsatilla vernalis), normally…
I went for a short walk in the morning to check out the progress of spring. I found a big bunch of coltsfoot and decided to come back in the afternoon with close-up gear and also try the angle finder for the first time. Said and done, I packed the bag full (and oh boy…
It was snowing this morning. I got up, looked out the window and the world was white, the stuff kept falling heavy. I rushed out without eating breakfast, worried that the snow cover would get too thick to manage with summer tyres if I waited. I was anticipating the snowfall to turn to rain before…
It’s a beautiful sunny day but the camera stays in the bag. I just went for a walk hoping to see some new growth at last and I wasn’t disappointed. I saw the first butterflies of the year, the first pied wagtail and the first flowers – coltsfoot, naturally. That got me smiling! Yesterday I…
I made the big mistake of stopping by on Fotosidan. I forgot that the hepatica season has started in the southern Sweden, so the hepatica images are flowing in. They are just as bad as they were last year. To make matters worse, they all insist on quoting some Swedish poem or song or whatever…
Snowing…A litte bit, although it’s +2°C. It snowed a bit last night as well. The good news is that the snow melts fast when it’s sunny, so spring is definitely winning even if winter is putting up a fight. The weather should improve for tomorrow, so that’s my invitation to drive to Lofsdalen for some…
Snowing… a lot. The world is all white.
After the snowfall finished and the temperatures crept up above freezing, I took out the skis and once again wondered if this would finally be the last skiing trip of the season (here in Los, anyway). The snowmobilers seem to be late starters so I had to work harder than I had anticipated and waded…
Snowing….Well it was, a little bit, despite the positive figures in the thermometer. I went for a walk and noticed that the snowmobile trails are still in good condition and figured that it would be worth trying to ski on the wet snow. Excellent move – the glide was as good as it’s ever been…