Weak for pink.
Written by Annika Olsson / March 13, 2019
Of all the colors available, the color is probably the color that makes me most weak. I love pink flowers.
Here at Österlen you can grow peaches in the garden. (Yes, it might be possible in a large part of our elongated country, what do I know?) I have included some small twigs from my own tree. Now I enjoy its small pink flowers.
Pink, small peach flowers, yes there is something more lovely!
The weather's powers have been mischievous this weekend. Rain debris and spring weather. Pink rubber boots then of course.
But we have also been invited to beautiful evening skies.
A sky in a pink shade that promises spring and romance.
Quote of the day:
Love is a fruit that is available all year round.
Have a nice day 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 boulders. My mother had trouble breathing and walking up the hill would probably have been difficult 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".
Angry clouds danced in the sky, and a few heavy showers had just passed. The sun had a tough job getting through the thick streak of clouds off 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 ordinary gray stone!
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 ...
It's not really called Lavender Blue, that wonderful little place in Gärsnäs. The interior design shop that is so heavenly cozy to visit.
No, it actually has a name that makes me wring 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 horror when I thought I asked in English a man who served me, if it was he who was the chef… enough about that 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 on, another lady came and clawed at it. But it really did not matter, because there was so much else nice to find here.
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 probably very many, who have a lot of memories around this place on Österlen. At least I have!
The wonderfully beautiful Alunbruket. The place that for many years was a well-attended party place, both at Pentecost and Midsummer.
I loved the parties at Alunbruket. I especially remember the year when Hasse Kvinnaböske Andersson had made a breakthrough with his "Angel Dog". The traffic jams here wound their way slowly, all the way from Eljaröd's village. That year, all audience records were broken.
That it was an adorable beautiful place, I probably did not think much about. Not when I was young at least. I remember most how fun we had, and how good it was to cycle from the high hill down to the dance floor where we did long black flower stretches… For this place was so much more for us children in the area, than just a dance place 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 like to take a turn from time to time. Nowadays, I pay a little more attention to the wonderfully beautiful nature here and all the wildlife that is around. But the memories become so very clear when I'm here. I can actually almost hear Lasse Stefanz playing up to the last dance of the evening. And I notice small tracks that are reminiscent of a fantastic youth.
Yes, there are many of me with me who have so many memories of this place. Some may wish they had the memory intact… too wet it could all be if it wanted badly. 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 in Österlen has been windy and gray most of the time. Therefore, it was important to take the opportunity to stick your nose out the door when the pale sun finally came to visit.
That it was gray and dull did not really bother me that much. I had suffered from a headache and was mostly lying in bed with my migraine of the times. Since it was very many years since I last had a skull bank, I do not really know if there was so much kick in my pills anymore. Best before 2004…
Bad gunpowder does not perish so easily, so towards Sunday afternoon I scratched myself so much that I could pay a visit to the wonderful little Ateljé Miré, at Sjörödstorp.
Glad for a wonderfully beautiful door wreath and a strengthening, good hug from best Ingela, I whizzed home to my cottage 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 child, I did not dare to swim here so often. We children got imprinted through both ears that Verkasjön was at least full of leeches and such animals were not easy to get off the skin if they had bitten themselves. Whether that was particularly true, I do not really know. I never got any leeches, the few times I actually swam here.
Just next to the lake is a hiking trail. There is a real windbreak for overnight stays and a practical barbecue area, which can also serve as a heat source at night is cool.
From Verkasjön there is a small path that leads down to Alunbruket. To get across the Verkeån, you walk on the cute bridge that we called Rännebron when I was a child.
Maybe someone recognizes this little bridge from the movie The Apple War with Hasse & Tage?
On the other side of the river are the special red slopes that are characteristic of the area here. These are slag heaps from the time when alum shale was mined.
The ground always becomes a single red mud when it is raining and debris. Dressing in white clothes and shoes in this place is a very stupid choice. Some people have experienced this, I have seen it with my own eyes. That was when the place was a well-known party place at both Pentecost and Midsummer.
Of course, I could not help but walk down to the old party place. "Karen" (as we called it) with her dance floor, which is still there in the middle of nature. A place that carries so many memories so we can probably be happy that the place can not 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 searched around on the internet, and then there was what I was looking for here at home. In Österlen. Yes, it was almost like when Pippi Longstocking went out to look for a "spunk" for a whole day… "Österlen is damn 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 about is the episode when Stefan was a young and an inventive gas-flusher. That was when he, together with another "ingenious Kivik spåg", came up with the ingenious idea of getting fishing lures in a cunning way. Together they acquired an old iron bed. It then placed them both in a suitable place out in the sea. Then the lures lay hidden and saw how the spinfish one by one put their expensive fine features in "that which was on the bottom". Later in the day, it was just for the wolves to whitewash their fishing line 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 recognize so well and that almost feel like "home". Even though you never set foot there…
Do you also have such places?
Some time ago I kept still in the middle of "Sträntebacken". A place that is only a few kilometers from my home.
A mobile red light was set up by the roadside and they were in full swing with some excavation 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 certainly been to Forsemölla many times, a beautiful place located on the other side of the river. A real little gem to visit.
On this side of the river it was a rolling landscape and judging by the condition of the picnic tables, I could understand that the place had been forgotten. Or they had simply deliberately let nature take over and do as it pleases.
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-covered old stone fences in the middle of the forest always makes my thoughts float away. Of course, I wondered how they came to be, by whom and I wondered what work was actually behind it.
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 on Österlen. Markets that have all gone in the spirit of Christmas.
My Stefan and I took the opportunity to visit Vitaby's charming little Christmas shop. The weather was mild, but so very gray and overcast that it almost never wanted to be real daylight.
Inside the old country store, there were local vendors in a row with all their wonderfully fine products. Actually, I wish I could run some little thing of 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, Stefan and I bought whose a well-grilled sausage meanwhile we curiously listened to all the information about pellet stoves. It was Nordins Smide who told you everything you needed to know if you wanted to buy an extra heat source for your small home.
When the last little piece of grilled sausage was in my stomach, it was time for us to make the trip to Kivik instead. There, a birthday party with coffee and cake from Mellbybagaren was 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 ordinary mornings, which are so common and as they always are. Nothing amazing at all, just quite 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 looked this morning to be nestled in a fairytale landscape. Much like they would be the scene of a movie shoot for any Christmas calendar. As if some human hand had prepared everything to be just an illusion.
Imagine, it was actually quite right.
These are the mornings you should save in your memory, I think. Because you can actually not remember exactly every day of your 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.