All these flowers.
Written by Annika Olsson / 20, 2019
Of course it is wonderful now in the spring when the first flowers turn out. Early here at Österlen.
I like the wild flowers most. The blueprints that are standing there every year on the stone colt and look so proud. Protected by the law, which says they must not be picked. At least not here in our part of the country.
Of course, I love all the flowers I put in my own garden as well. The bulbs one by one now look up.
All seeds that are now time to sow. Sure, it's lovely.
Show and wise of experience, so I thought to reduce my enthusiasm and only half of everything I want. I remember last summer's competition with the watering can. This year I want to feel free to save thirsty flowers. Instead, I should enjoy the flowers of others. But of course, the sunflowers must be so. They are my favorites.
But I love most wild…
And until the woods and meadows offer wild flowers, I enjoy wild tulips on the kitchen table.
Today it is springtime equinox, as soon as it starts running!
Quote of the day:
Caring is to make sure you have fun with the fun.
One can enjoy things without having to own everything. It gives a freedom and instead you have time to see and enjoy so much more.
Have a good time and hug.
Hi. Welcome to my blog.
My name is Annika Olsson. I love animals and nature. I live with my husband, our dogs and cats in a wonderful place - Gyllebo in Österlen. I try to enjoy life in all places and gather at those little moments. I love to photograph and tell about big and small in my life, my thoughts from day to day. A lot of nature pictures and photos from my everyday life. One and another wise quotation is often included in my posts. Welcome to me!
… “As well, it's nothing to see, they're just a little stone”.
Yes, those words I remember that my mother told me when I was a kid. It was the first time I was in Kåseberga and I wanted to go up there to the famous stones.
That time, there was no visit for me at these stone collections. My mother had trouble with her breathing and going up the hill had probably been a pain for her.
But I would get there later in life. And I would be both in love and in love.
Because I think nobody comes up here without being affected by the place. Here is so magically beautiful. It is best when you are here alone.
But for the most part here are other visitors, both summer and winter. I was lucky this morning. It was just me, the wind and a scent of "new-eyed eel".
The arrogant clouds danced in the sky, and some heavy rain showers had just passed. The sun had a tough job of getting through the thick cloud trim across the horizon.
But so adorable beautiful!
I enjoyed full of the mighty sunrise, and when the heavy rain clouds became too threatening, I slowly roamed down to the little cute harbor again. Kåseberga, as you can see pictures from another time.
Of course, I sent an extra thought to my mother Ingrid when I enjoyed the place this morning. Maybe it was just good not to meet such a magical place until a little more adult age ...
Mom - these pictures are for you ... pictures of a little plain gray!
Quote of the day:
If I die, I don't want to go to heaven, I'd rather go to Österlen
It is where the sea and the sky form the most beautiful scene
That makes them seem so close between heaven and Österlen
Have a wonderful day and hug from me.
ps just because mom has said so it doesn't have to be really true ...
Actually, it's not called Lavender Blue, that wonderful little place in Gärsnäs. The interior business is so very cozy to visit.
No, actually, it has a name that makes me squeeze my tongue when I say it. Reunion home and friends. Yes my English pronunciation has always been substandard and I can see in my children's face that I should probably stick to the gentleman.
(I remember with fright when I thought that in English I asked a man who served me, if it were he who was the cook ... enough about the embarrassment)
It was a cold, windy and rainy day that I slipped into the homely Villa-Villakulla store and also the café.
The vase I immediately became a speculator came in, another lady came and banged in the claws. Though it didn't really matter, because there was so much else nice to find.
Among other things, I bought a small candle holder for bottles. Such a thing that has become so popular nowadays, and which can be so nice now for Christmas.
And if anyone wonders about the beautiful dragon I have in the window, it is made by wonderful Sanna in Simrishamn. Googla at Drakkonst and you will find her safe. She does amazing things. A hot Christmas gift tip from me.
(the post is not sponsored in any way, but the tips come only from me and my Österlenska heart)
Quote of the day:
You are not poor because dreams do not come true - you are really poor when you stop dreaming.
Have a really nice Luciadag and hug from me.
Yes you are very many, who have a lot of memories around this place on Österlen. At least I have!
The beautifully beautiful Alunbruket. The place, which for many years was a well-attended party venue, both at Pentecost and Midsummer.
I loved the festivities in Alunbruket. Especially I remember the year when Hasse Kvinnaböske Andersson had gone through with her "Änglahund". The car queues here rang out slowly, right from Eljaröd's village. That year, all audience records were beaten.
That it was an adorable beautiful place, I probably didn't think so much about that. Not then when I was young at least. I remember most how fun we had, and how well it was possible to cycle from the high hill down to the dance floor where we made long black flower stretches ... For this place was so much more for us children in the neighborhood, than just a dance venue twice about year.
Because I lived so close, I had to go to the parties long before I might actually have age for it. That was very exciting, and I still remember where the toughest rags had their place. Of course I threw myself up, even though I probably promised that I would not.
This is a place I would like to take a turn to from time to time. Nowadays I notice a bit more of the wonderfully beautiful nature here is and all the wildlife around. But the memories are so very clear when I'm here. I can actually almost hear Lasse Stefanz play up to the last dance of the evening. And I notice small tracks reminiscent of a fantastic youth.
Yes, we are many with me who have so many memories of this place. Some may wish they had kept their memory ... too wet it could all be if it wanted to be bad. Both internally and externally.
Quote of the day:
What lies behind you and what awaits you is nothing compared to what is hidden within you.
Hope you get a really nice day and hug on you.
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The weekend down here at Österlen has been windy and gray most of the time. Therefore, it was a good idea to put your nose outside the door when the pale sun finally came to visit.
That it was gray and sad didn't really make me that much. I had suffered from headaches and lay most down in my bed with the migraine of times. Since it was very many years since I had skull bank last, I don't really know if there was so much kick in my pills anymore. Best before 2004…
Evil gunpowder is not forgotten so easily, so until Sunday afternoon I scratched myself so much that I could visit the wonderful little Ateljé Miré, at Sjörödstorp.
Happy for a wonderfully beautiful door wreath and a strengthening, go hug of best Ingela so I whispered home to my cabin again.
A little lightly angry, I noticed that the weather would continue to storm and mud. I jumped in under my warm, goa blanket again.
The light travels faster than the sound. That's why some people seem smart - until they open their mouths.
Tip: When I lay there with a headache and felt sorry for myself, I was happy with my cozy PLAID. Another cozy blanket is it HERE or it HERE for the baking man. Maybe a Christmas gift tip for someone you know who is a bit frozen.
Have a nice evening and hug from me.
A rainy and gray morning last week, I parked my car in a pretty familiar place for me.
I stayed at Verka Lake up at Christinehof.
When I was a kid, this was my playground. A fabulous nature that I loved.
Most things were pretty much the same, I thought. Apart from the fact that there was a rescue buoy at every bridge. Good, I thought.
When I was a kid, I didn't dare to swim here so often. We children got imprinted through both ears so that Verka Lake was full of leeches and such animals were not easy to get away from the skin if they got stuck. Whether that was particularly true, I really don't know. I never got any leeches, the few times I actually thawed here.
A footpath goes right next to the lake. There is a substantial shelter for overnight accommodation and a practical barbecue area, which can also serve as a heat source at night is cool.
From Verkajön there is a small path that leads down to Alunbruket. To get over Verkeån you go to the cute bridge that we called Rännebron when I was a child.
Maybe it is someone who recognizes this little bridge from the film The Apple War with Hasse & Tage?
On the other side of the river there are the special red slopes that are characteristic of the village here. It is slag heaps from the time when it broke alum shale.
The ground always becomes a single red mourn when it is rain and debris. Dressing in white clothes and shoes at this location is a very stupid choice. Some people have experienced this, I have seen with their own eyes. It was when the place was a well-known party place at both Pentecost and Midsummer.
Of course, I couldn't help walking down to the old party site. "Karen" (as we called it) with his dance track, which is still there in the middle of nature. A place that carries so many memories so we may be happy that the place cannot speak. You can look at more pictures from there in another post in the future.
Your heart has no choice, it must follow where you go, but you have a choice and it is to follow your heart and see where it leads you.
Have a good time and thank you for looking in here on my blog.
For a few years I have peered around for a couple of flower pots for my kitchen window. Pots that would be Christmas inspired, but still a little more than just simple reds.
I have surfed the net, but nothing has really fallen to my taste ...
… Until I suddenly saw the most wonderful Christmas pot you can imagine.
Think, here I had been looking around on the internet, and there was what I was looking for here at home. On Österlen. Yes, it was almost like when Pippi Longstocking went out to look for a "spunk" a whole day ... "The Österlen is the best"
It was in the wonderful little shop "Apotekarns" that you now find up at Svabesholm in Svinaberga that my pots existed.
I can really recommend a visit there in the lovely shop. There are a lot of things that you do not have a clue that you need. But a visit there always ends up with carrying a small box out.
Now, however, it seems that the cute Christmas pot with so much nostalgia is already over, but there are of course a lot of other nice things.
Quote of the day:
The best there is;
- freshly washed sheets
- he / she writes first
- to fall asleep to the rain
- buy something you have long wanted
- laugh so it hurts.
Have a nice day and hug.
There are places that mean a little more to me than everyone else here at Österlen. Hällevik's cave is such a fabulous place.
Hällevik's cave is the small place that is located just below Stenshuvuds northern foot. To get there you simply drive past the temple as far out as you can get.
Of course, that I keep this place so dear depends on the fact that it is so strongly associated with my father-in-law. Here he fished his eel and here he spent lots of time taking care of everything that belongs to an eel fisherman's chores. Here he loved to be and here it feels like a little piece of him still exists.
Countless are the stories I have been able to tell from here. Things I have been told by my Stefan. Little stories - beautiful, funny, miserable and sad.
Something I always think of is the episode when Stefan was a young and a resourceful gaspole. It was when he and another "ingenious Kivikspåg" came up with the ingenious idea of getting a fishing suit in a cunning way. Together they purchased an old iron bed. It then placed them both in a suitable place out in the sea. After that, they lay the kids hidden and saw how the spin fish one by one put their expensive fine traits in "that which was on the bottom". Later in the day, it was only for the pigeons to witness their fishing suit trap.
Hällevik is a fabulous place, and here are lots of things to tell. Here is a nature that is very different, with its exotic unusual trees and shrubs. All that I can tell you about another time.
This morning I just needed a little extra peace of mind and recovery.
This morning it was really wonderful. Just one cloud in the sky that slowly passed the glowing sun.
As I turned toward the car in the parking lot, I noticed that my brother-in-law pulled up the swamp on land and put the yarn in place for the winter. Autumn fishing was over.
Thanks nice Hällevik!
Quote of the day:
One day at a time, that's good enough. Don't look back with grief over what has been, it's gone. Don't worry about the future, it's not here yet. Live in the present and never take tomorrow for granted. Worth remembering this day! Happiness is a journey, just like life. Enjoy the ride.
Have a great day and do something you like.
There are places that you pass very many times in life. Places that you feel so well again and that almost feel like "at home". Although you never set foot there ...
Do you also have such places?
Some time ago, I kept quiet in the middle of "Sträntebacken". A place that is just a few kilometers from my home.
A mobile red light was set up at the roadside and you were in full swing with some digging project right next door.
-Now now it's really time that I stop by and peek at how this place looks in reality, I thought to myself, and turned into the small parking lot.
I have been to Forsemölla many times, a beautiful place that lies on the other side of the river. A real little gem to visit.
On this side of the river there was a rolling landscape and by the condition of the picnic tables to judge, I could understand that the place has been forgotten. Or you would have simply deliberately let nature take over and do what it wants.
It was a cold afternoon and I was poorly prepared for forest walks. Still, I couldn't help but roam for a good while.
To see moss-clad old stone walls in the middle of the forest always makes my thoughts float away. Of course, I wondered how they came to, by whom and I marveled at what work was actually behind.
Here I will certainly return when the spring approaches. Just think about it, a lovely spring day here with the deafening birds' birds ...
Quote of the day:
I want to seek silence, to train my ear, to hear the voice of my soul through the murmur of voices.
Have a really nice day, whether you are going to Christmas, work or just enjoy the peace.
This weekend there have been small markets around the villages in Österlen. Markets that have all gone into Christmas signs.
Me and my Stefan took the opportunity to visit Vitaby's charming little Christmas shopping. The weather was mild, but so very gray and overcast that it never wanted to become real daylight.
Inside the old country store there were local salesmen in a row with all their wonderful items. Actually, I had wished that I could run some small things from them all.
Yes, who does not remember the old country shop by the way? A well-known meat shop where you could buy the best pork slices in the world. Or sheaves for those who do not want to know the truth…
Well, I and Stefan bought whose well-grilled sausage sometimes we curiously listened to all the information about pellet stoves. It was Nordin's Smide who told me everything you needed to know if you wanted to buy an extra heat source for her small home.
When the last little bit of grilled sausage was in my stomach it was time for us to take the trip to Kivik instead. There was a birthday party with coffee and cake from Mellbybagaren waiting for us.
Here you can read more about the small village VITABY.
Quote of the day:
Small things you have done are better than big things you plan to do.
Have a nice day and keep your eyes open, maybe there are some nice Christmas markets left to visit this weekend too.
There are regular mornings, which are as common as they always are. Nothing amazing at all, just very ordinary.
But then there are days that start a little more wonderful than everyone else ...
Such days it almost feels like everything is just a dream and not quite for real. Nature, like the spirit of me, takes all its beauty.
The small cottages in Gyllebo saw this morning lying in a fairytale landscape. Much like they would be the scene of a movie recording for any Christmas calendar. As if any human hand had prepared everything to just be an illusion.
Imagine, it was actually quite right.
It is these mornings that one should save in their memory I think. For you can't actually remember just every day in their life, and then you can choose the best, right?
Quote of the day:
When you let it out as a burden, you make room for things that ease.
Have a nice day and hug from me.