Growth power of the year.
Written by Annika Olsson / 6 September, 2019
Like last year, I have planted sunflower seeds and planted the common little plants in my garden.
Last year, I thought they broke all records. They became so tall and cabbage-grown. But this year, they have probably set a record again and become even higher and stronger.
Even from the red, chinky "Chinese sunflowers", I managed to get the seeds from last year. Now they also bloom so proud and beautiful.
It has probably been a really favorable year for the vegetation in Österlen. In my garden it has bloomed like never before.
It is a bit like the garden year now intends to end with a real color festival.
I love those late summer flowers that bravely remain like the captain of a sinking ship. Naturally, they resist autumn storms, rain and debris. Not until the frost comes are they ready to give up.
Quote of the day:
Doubt kills more dreams than failure will ever do.
Hug on you from me.
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!
Should you really enjoy the fall like that, well then you must not be afraid of a little rain not.
It gets rid of how messy the weather looks from inside the cabin heat, when you get out it always tends to be very nice.
Everything is really about being properly dressed and having the right attitude.
On a rainy day, I and the dogs enjoyed an early morning walk around the lake.
A real dog weather you can probably say it was ... where now that expression comes from ...
Autumn had come a long way, and it began to shift in all kinds of autumn colors.
Quote of the day:
One of the insidious dangers of the comfort zone: You spend your life NOT doing what you long for, because you hope to have the time and opportunity to do it later…
If one were to always wait for the perfect time or the perfect weather, then one would never have come out in luck.
There have been wonderful harvest days in Mandelmann's fantastic garden a week ago.
That last weekend in the summer that you can visit Djupadal and Mandelmann's farm, it is always a little extra festive there. Much like a cracking final spurt.
As a small traffic policeman, Gustav himself stood in the muddy hillside up to the parking lot, directing both slipping cars and small horny young children with a friendly happy smile. With open arms he caught little three-year-olds who were about to run out of traffic, and in his friendly way, he patted them on the head a bit and mumbled to himself "Yes you little parvel".
Adjacent to the parking lot, the rolling hen house had now been moved, and the hens seemed to enjoy themselves up there in the sunny hillside.
The fact that it was a harvest party and a little extra party atmosphere was clearly noticed on the colorful decoration everywhere. The whole garden was pimped with beautiful pumpkins. Even at the small docket, it was seen that there was a party going on.
Some local companies were located in one of the greenhouses with all kinds of products. A small cute harvest market simply.
In the "tomato jungle house" you could imagine that the season was beginning to end.
But of course, there was still much to harvest in the magnificent farm.
Although they are always happy and friendly there at Djupadal, it will probably be nice for them, both animals and people, with some peace and quiet now when the autumn comes.
Quote of the day:
True love is not found, it is built.
Hug from me.
Autumn rest ... yes it is called wonderfully beautiful blackboard. This year's edition of the apple board in Kivik.
Although the weather's powers were not really well-tuned this weekend, of course we made a visit to this year's market. After all, there is really only good weather and good clothes - that's good with it.
Just as in all markets, it smelled wonderfully delicious from all directions. You felt constantly hungry just the whole time. There were a lot of things to consume and all the good scents replaced each other from booth to booth. Like a magnet, my dear Stefan was drawn to all that fragrant and edible…
So we simply had a break with a cup of smoking hot coffee and a piece of apple cake at the boat club's small cabin.
"Here nothing has lived when you were young," he told me and my daughter. We laughed a little, because Stefan seems to have lived in a lot of cranky places in his happy youth.
After that we were strengthened to stroll in the market bustle.
Most enjoyable is usually the fantastic apple show. We took the opportunity to go there as the rain increased in strength.
On the radio I had heard that there are about 1200 Swedish apple varieties. Then it is actually no wonder that one does not always manage to remember which are which of all our "apple crab bars".
When we listened clearly to Robert Wells and his delightful performance, I hugged about the Austrian's own sweet guard "Strutsen" before it was time for food again. Andrarums IF´s apple burger. A must when you are here.
Then we went back to Gyllebo again. We lit a fireplace in the fireplace and sunk down on the sofa for a really cozy autumn rest.
Quote of the day:
You can love me or dislike me, it's up to you. But I don't have time to dislike those who dislike me. I am busy loving those who love me.
Have a nice Monday and hug you.
October is a fantastic autumn month I think. Probably the most beautiful when it comes to the particular season of autumn.
In the forest it is still quite green and lush.
Beautiful mushrooms have popped up through the first fallen leaves and spread that special autumn scent that you can feel so good about.
What is most gossiping about autumn's acceptance is probably the sea of ferns growing at one of the barbecue places in the Gyllebos forest. They have now completely changed their appearance and changed color like a chameleon. It is so wonderfully nice.
If it rains or is sunny doesn't matter. In the fall I always wear clothes that can withstand most of the weather. Once I am outside the door, the weather is no longer so important. It will usually be quite ok, only you have taken the step out.
A little autumn flowers and a welcoming candle light at the house make it extra cozy to come home after a walk in the woods.
Quote of the day:
Everyone needs someone who sometimes kicks one in the ass, peeps one and says the one that you may not want to hear, but need to hear. It is love.
So horny "sleeping peoples", now make sure to get your thumbs off and out of the couch. Give yourself a turn in nature, you will not regret it.
Heartfelt hug from me.
For me, there is probably no other place here in Österlen that arouses as much emotion in my chest as this particular place. Dear old Alun mill.
If, like a fairy tale, I could awaken something from a sleepless sleep with a simple kiss, well then I would spend a whole day walking around here and handing out kisses.
One and another kiss is probably more than I have received on this old dance track over the years. With music from Streaplers and later Lasse Stefanz, I and many people have walked around in wild Pentecostal and Midsummer mornings at this particular place.
That there are many more Eastern Lords than myself who have memories of this, I know that with the greatest certainty.
Still, I can feel the irritation I had in my stomach as I slipped past the well-known "old men" into the entrance with a smile. Never that I was going to pay a penny to get in, because that was the principle of my "youth self". And I think they probably knew I knew where else to go ... I remember how I almost got a little sweaty by the expectation in my white blouse and the trendy jeans. An expectation of a party night, youth spoiled..
I can still remember what the shoes looked like after a party night here in dear old Karen. No sensible person took white new shoes when coming here. At least not if you intended to use those shoes some more time.
Yes, imagine if you could wake up this place. Just such a little neighbor. Once a year at least ...
I think the Alun mill had good measure of laughing people, some real peasant stuff and a place for people to create wonderful memories. A place where young people could meet, dance and flirt. For real. Everything that life is really about. Because we do not create so many memories when we hang out on social media nowadays. There I create the most hatred.
Dear old Alun Mill, a place that carries so many memories. Of course a lot of memories that are not quite as rosy as my own. Memories from another age when here was one of Sweden's most significant industries at some time in the 1700 century.
Anyway, the place deserves to continue to create memories, I think.
Quote of the day:
Things are running out. People change. And do you know what? Life goes on.
No, the alum will never be as it has been. But it should be something other than a slumbering Törnrosafestplats.
Have a nice Saturday.
The very last heather has blossomed for this year and now forms a rust-red lovely rug over our Eastern moors.
It is also beautiful I think. In a melancholy and melancholy way. Such a little restful and nice for the mind. As if nature whispers the word ”recovery" in our ears.
In the national park it was a little extra wonderful that morning when I walked there. I was completely alone, not a single person had come here yet, and I had everything just for myself. Although I only got to see a tiny shimmer of the sun, the weather felt so lovely. Autumn lovely in the best way.
Under a beautiful old apple tree, most small apples were now lying on the ground. Probably to the delight of both animals and insects.
"Sour ebony crab bars", that's what an Eastern Lien calls those little wild apples.
As I sat down in the gentle heather I could see the very last small purple flowers that were still there.
Where the heather ended, the white moss took over in a nice contrast. Nature's own artwork.
The hazelnuts were ready to be harvested. However, they are not included in the public right and may not be picked without the landowner's permission. Right here in the national park, it is probably only the squirrels that get that permit.
Since I learned what the Avenbook looks like in the fall, I see them everywhere. They are so beautiful with their bunches of new seeds.
Quote of the day:
It is impossible to enjoy life if you try to control everything. Relax, breathe and live in the present.
"Lie down and watch your cinnamon bun close your eyes and pretend to just enjoy"
Teddy bear hug from me.
Hello and gomorron.
One night last week I was "at home on my mom's street" ... or no, there are definitely no streets. Up at Christinehof there is just beautiful scenery and a simple country road with an old chestnut tree.
The lake I visited was of course Verkasjön, which is a stone's throw from the Alun Mill.
Here I have been so many times in my life. So you have no idea how much fun you can have with an old lake ... especially when you are a child. And especially when you did not have cell phones and no one in the world knew where we were holding houses… Certainly we could never swim here, except for a few pigeon baths. But it was never very cozy, as there were plenty of blood lizards in the water.
The evening when Johnny and I were here, we tried all the old well-known jetties. It creaked and rocked under us as we strolled like the goats Bruse. I wondered a little if it really could be the same jetties that existed when I was young and if we then aged as much…
The birches and oaks in the area were so familiar to me, but they had a much wider scope. Yes fucking like they've grown. I based a little on how many year rings they put on since the last time we saw it. Yes, imagine being a tree and not caring for either scope or annual rings.
There on Lake Verkasjön there is a fantastic little place to stay. A real windshield with a fireplace that can spread heat. Here I had more than happy to sleep over any night ... I am not afraid of darkness, for these ghosts I am quite familiar with, they have seen me sleeping under the open sky before.
As we walked the little path down towards Karen, or Alunbruket as most people call it, we passed the pond where the water collects before it sprays down into Verkeån. I remember as a kid I thought it was a little weird here. Now here was just beautiful and nothing scary at all.
Over the cute Rännebron we crossed Verkeån to the other side.
We were standing on the red ground and were at the Alunbruket's beautiful slag piles.
The alum can I show more about in another post. I can only say that Lake Verkasjön is a wonderful place for fishing, sausage barbecues and swimming (for those who like bloodsucking owls want to say)
Quote of the day:
It can hurt to grow. But not as bad as being stuck.
Have a nice day and hug from me.
Here in Österlen there has been a market sentiment, so it is about that. Apple market in Kivik remember.
Last week I went down to Kivik's harbor to see and perpetuate the extensive work of creating the magnificent painting made of apples.
It was an early morning ringing on my phone. A message from my friend Tina in the "apple team" sounded something like this ... "We have come a long way so you have to catch the foot job, you have to come today" Yes, they are a seasoned apple bunch who, after many years of experience, know how to build apple art.
The morning was gray mullet and a nice drizzle as well as hanging in the air.
I threw my heavy camera over my shoulder and trudged away toward the harbor. That there was a market in progress, it seemed a long way off.
The apple ladies worked on building the board.
I could see only one man on the team. He was fully involved in running the crane so that the girls would not take construction materials. However, he did not want to be in the picture. No, it was enough that he was in reality, he said.
Some distance away, a school class built on their own artwork.
In the middle of the gray Kivik morning came Happy Gun steaming. Gun from Kivik's café. She proudly told us about this year's novelty in the bakery. A real "apple pie cake". And you, it must still be the most Austrian coffee you can get.
In the middle of all the work came the apple queen herself. Emma Karp Lundström. The apple board creator. She looked calm as a file bowl even though many seemed to pull on her. So, I admire her so much ...
After being invited to a fortifying shot of ginger and snapping a few more pictures, I quietly snuck back to my car again.
Kivik's Apple Market, an event that brings life to the entire countryside when stillness is creeping up. When autumn comes creeping up and settles as a blackout curtain all over Österlen, then it is welcomed with a happy market in the apple sign. I love when it is revived a bit!
Today's quote will of course get rid of the Pirate:
"At the funeral we cried tears of tears while we were glad of the new, black clothes we received." - from "Bombi Bitt and I"
And if you didn't visit Kivik this weekend, be sure to at least take a stroll down the harbor and enjoy the wonderful apple board. It usually becomes more beautiful and more beautiful as the apples ripen.
Hug Annika and the Pirate.
Beautiful September has now passed and the beautiful autumn knocks on the door.
Mid September has been so wonderful. I started the month with a weekend in Stockholm. It became a girl mile further that I can add to my qualifications. I have always enjoyed everything that nature has to offer, and it has been so nice. I smuggled a badger from one part of Österlen to another. Johnny's dog has started with a new medicine, and to be a cancer patient he must feel just fine. Yes, it is almost so I sometimes forget what bleak diagnosis he actually received. It's been a peak month for sure.
Now I welcome the month of October and look forward to an exciting month.
The runner-up statistics fall for the entire 79 kilometer including the girls mile on August last.
… Yes, you should collect something, so it is extremely good to collect on just miles ...
Quote of the day:
When someone tells you that it is impossible, remember that it is more a reflection of their limitations, not your…
Well, everyone and hug from me.
Do you remember that morning when I would enjoy a beautiful sunrise at the sea? And it looked like this when I came down to the beach ...
Just right, almost full-bodied and a bushy sea that foamed wild and white.
That morning, I was still enjoying myself as I strolled around down there in the sand at the old beautiful eel booth.
Krivareboden, which is so beautifully beautiful and is one of our most beautiful eel booths in Österlen.
As always, I founded the old shrine I once heard a long time ago. The story of how the nest actually got its name lots of years ago. About how the old eel fisherman with no legs crawled down in the sand to his boat every morning to get out to sea and "Rot the eel mumps".
In Skåne they say "LMB", Which means creep, and that would be how the old fishing booth got its name ... Now I've heard completely different speculations, so maybe I've just dreamed all that stuff about the boneless fisherman. But still, thoughts and fantasies pop up in my head every single time I'm here.
From the shed I walked north across the pebble stone to the large boulder which lies as a landmark facing the sea. A few "snörtockar"Had arrived with liquor pens and scribbled on the beautiful stone. Snowdrops, I thought to myself.
From the sea I woke up in the still lush and lush forest. The autumn had only just begun.
Before I left Stenshuvud I looked out over the sea from the parking lot. For my inner sight, I could almost see an old eel fisherman in his woods out on the glittering sea. And I swear he had no legs ...
Quote of the day:
They said I was easily fooled ... they thought I believed them.
Have a wonderful Monday and a big hug to you.