Written by Annika Olsson / 18 October, 2019
It's that time now. The time for pumpkins and halloween, bus and candy. The time when so much goes in the color orange ... or in the yellow of the fire it was called when I was little.
Where did the extraordinary word really go? Orange. A word that is so much simpler than the word orange…. how do you actually spell orange in curved form?
Well, at least I've been to Österlen and bought myself some pumpkins.
In Löderup there are large fields with pumpkin crops.
It looked so hilarious that we had to stop and perpetuate the peculiar sight of shining bright yellow bowling balls scattered across large fields. Then they drove to the small farm shop where they could buy pumpkins of all colors and varieties.
Many people may only think of halloween and carved brilliant pumpkin faces. But in fact you can do a lot of pumpkins. Last year I did pickled pumpkin which became goddess for all winter dinners.
Quote of the day:
It is when you realize that you do not understand anything that you have finally understood.
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!
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.
Who can actually call themselves a "photographer"?
Maybe everyone !? Everyone who takes a card. And with today's technology, almost anyone can become a professional.
Yes, this with professional titles has become a little blurry at the edges I think. Who can really call themselves what? Everyone can probably call themselves exactly what they want and think for themselves. It is when it comes to paying for their expertise that it is all put at their forefront.
Many, for example, are good carpenters and masons, so there is at least a need for housing. But can you call yourself a mason without being educated? Here in Österlen we call them "puggemurare", ie they are "masons rather than good". Well, I myself would not hire any artisan who is unable to show a professional certificate. An electrician without a professional certificate can create a lot of excitement in life….
Or to call themselves a confectioner, who can do that? At Olof Viktor here in Österlen, works a fantastic slut that I know. She is both schooled and has innate talent, so she must absolutely call herself a pastry chef. Pastry maker with good looks. I myself, on the other hand, may at my height call myself "bull mum".
Yes this with professional titles is all a bit tricky. I can't call myself a doctor, even though I think I know a lot about both the body and the diseases. I have also seen many episodes of "The Flying Doctor" in the 80 century. Who would dare to hire me for their troubles if I started calling myself Dr. Gyllebo Annika?
I also know a lot about animals and have also listened to some episodes when my daughter trained as a veterinarian. It is not appropriate for me to pretend to be a veterinarian for that matter.
I both love to write and to photograph, but what can I call myself? Everything is probably about what I demand in return for who I claim to be. Today, it seems sometimes more knowledge is required in editing than in photography itself. And this is not something I can do with Photoshop, so I can pretty much put myself to work for the pictures to be as good as it goes from the beginning as well. And yes, after all, I'm just a hobby photographer.
Quote of the day:
Proof is needed for those who believe. But for those who do not believe, no evidence is possible. Believe in your ability.
Have a really nice Sunday and hug from me.
I would enjoy the most beautiful sunrise on the beach below Naturum. Or, at least that's what I thought ...
That's how it is. Things do not always get as you think. But it can be really fantastic anyway.
The clear sky and the beautiful bright sun that they had foreseen in the weather report ... all that shone so completely with her absence when I parked the car in the national park parking early morning. The beautiful horizon one can usually see from there was now a single gray "leaf vein".
But as I wandered down to the thundering sea, something always happened to my body and my mind. The shoulders dropped, the tension in my neck eased and I could hear my own thoughts a little better again. The heart sang with pleasure.
Down by the sea it was bright, despite the early morning.
The fisherman's gear was ready and ready at Krivareboden. Maybe the eel fisherman was waiting for the coming new moon. The big eel dark is said to be the best time for really good eel catch.
The sea thundered and foamed white.
It was when I sat there that I suddenly noticed them ... the tracks in the sand.
- ohhh wonderfully beautiful moose, I thought to myself, when I most definitely articulated the clear traces of the sand ...
-tsss, you dar ... you see that you are a bunch of wild boar ....
Yes, when I proudly came home to my hunter husband and showed off the clear moose tracks that I photographed, my own fantastic morning fantasy of beautiful moose turned into rubble. With the self-assurance of a hunter, he proclaimed that what was in my mind were wild pigs and nothing else.
For myself, I actually continue to think that there have been two beautiful moose that passed just a short while before I even came to the site.
No, there was no beautiful sunrise this time, but it was a wonderfully beautiful morning in its own way.
Quote of the day:
We cannot choose the framework of our destiny, but what we put into it is our own choice.
Have a wonderful Saturday and hug from me.