I am having the veranda door open despite that it on most days makes it a bit too cold inside. Nstead of closing it i put on woolen socks. The wood anemones are fading but instead the dandelion season has arrived. their bright yellow flower heads are greeting you almost whereever you go around here. There is a cat that has started to lurk around the bird feeders, i try to chase him away but he keeps coming back. Thank YOU for stopping by here,. It makes me happy! Newest novel, .

Wednesday, May 1, 2013. Scandinavian poetry, part nine. Within every day there is a small heart. Perhaps each day is a life in itself. And at night there is a crown of fire above our house. That no one can reach. And belongs in another world, crystal pure. But more fleeting, always music. The spruce cone falls like the stroke of a gong. Unthinking, full of music.