Those of you who know my obsession with Sweden, you will be pleased to feast your eyes on this particular gardening site, which doesn't seem quite real:
Tyra's Garden
Does this person spend all her living seconds working her garden? I love her sense of order balanced with a flourish for the viney and romantic. . .hmmm. Better think about replanting my roses.
Oh! Two things to celebrate: 1. Beatrix is now full-term and we are just waiting; 2. The first crocuses are up, deep purple with buttery hearts. If I can get my truly American, only-wishes-to-be-Scandinavian self together, I will actually take a few pictures.
Friday, March 14, 2008
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my dear niece!
You have never been through a Scandinavian Winter!
Why do you think all of Nana's intelligent Finnish ancestors moved here?
After Beatrix arrives, get Martin to buy you a Saab or a Volvo.
They are very safe, and might just satisfy you Mojo for all things Swedish.
Or check out "Bye Bye Birdie" and watch Ann Margaret.
Oh wait, that would be for Martin!
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