Written by Annika Olsson / 23 November, 2018
If you have a tradition, then it must be kept…
It was a few weeks ago, perhaps the coloriest day in all of November, that my fine friend and I met to go and have lunch together.
Tradition and tradition - last year when we met at Brösarps Gästis, we agreed to make it all a tradition.
To stay up in everyday life around Advent time and be seen over a lunch somewhere in Österlen.
Both Tina and I have had a year that rolled on at a high pace for both of us. Things that we could not influence. Up and downs that belong to all of us.
Planning a relaxing lunch with lots of nice liberating laughter, it was therefore worth gold.
Too laugh, they are two of us pretty good, I have to say that.
This day our trip to the small charming village, Östra Ingelstad.
You know that cute little village that is located between Smedstorp and Hannas. The village with the picturesque BP macken, the small church and the large Ingelstag farm in the middle of the village.
Here I myself have lots of youth memories from ... though all that - yes it is a completely different story ...
This day we would have lunch at the village's popular B&B, Smedjan.
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!
I love that expression, because I think it fits so well. In fact, you have your own responsibility to make your days as good as possible.
It is far from all days that are sunny from morning to evening. That sunny you have to try to pick up every now and then. But if you just dress for the weather and leave, you have come a long way. Concerns, troubles and bad thoughts become so much easier when you get out into the forest. Think demons simply do not like fresh air.
I have invested in such a fitness watch that keeps track of every step I take, every minute I sleep and every little run I run. My dear Stefan has now also started counting his steps over the phone. You could say that it has become like a little exciting competition between us.
Several times he has massaged himself out of the TV couch since the step count competition started…
-you can ass fill me ...
And of course it is so much more fun when you are two.
Especially when you are with Stefan…
Although this ladder competition, I can already figure out which of us will win….
Quote of the day:
Love is not always about keeping each other's hands in agreement. Love is about the fact that despite many conflicts and misunderstandings, they still hold each other's hands.
So it's all about being able to laugh together.
Have a good time and hug from me.
Do you also have places in your home area that you have never really explored. Places you have passed thousands of millions of times, but never ever stopped and and visited. So visited like that for real?
I have such places anyway. One of the places has been the cholera cemetery in Baskemölla.
It was that day when the rain was like rods on the hill for a whole day. As the sun peeked out in the evening, both Johnny and I had a lot of splashes in my legs. It had to be a round to "Baske" and to the sea.
That night I took the opportunity to visit this cemetery that I have only run past so many times, but in fact never really explored. Stefan took Johnny down with him to the sea, while I looked for myself in the small forest grove.
The cemetery is from 1857, when Baskemölla was affected by a cholera epidemic. Nine people rest at this location.
The little cemetery is extremely beautiful. It is surrounded by a simple stone wall and in the middle stands a large, sleek granite cross with a text engraved. It is a simple text with all the names of those who rest here.
After quietly wandering here for a while in deep thought, it was time for me to find Stiffe and Johnny the dog again. Down the sandy hill it was easy to get around and soon I was down by the little path that goes along the sea.
Pretty soon I got to see my happy dog again, who, to his great delight, had a salt bath in the blue wave. Then came Stefan smiling with a half smile in his mouths. Yes it was almost so I thought he also took a bath.
Quote of the day:
Never tire of doing those little things for the ones you have in your area. Sometimes it is the little things that fill large parts of their hearts.
Have a really good day and hug from me.
… Or as my Stefan would surely have expressed:
... scavenger to scavenger ...
Yes, this Scanian dialect may not be the most beautiful in everyone's ears, but I just love all the old common words that to me feel so "heaven" and sound so familiar.
As so often, we had a case for Kivik. We made our way across Svinaberga. Up there from Bergdala you have a wonderful view. You can look far over Ravlunda shooting range.
On the other side you can see the farms in the small village of Mellby. The place where the little fantastic bakery is located. Where the world's best corn is produced. A yummy coarse bread that may be sponsored by the Dental Association ... It is thus quite hard, but the best in the whole world.
If you were born and raised in an apple kingdom, then of course you enjoy it here. And are you like my Stefan, born in Kivik's harbor, well then something with the sea pulling ...
The apple board had assumed a darker and deeper color. You know that, like us, women are the most beautiful when the apples are fully ripe.
But even though you were born and raised among "apple crab ridge" and "apple tree", it seems that the taste buds have not really caught on. No, a sour apple you never see my dear husband put his teeth in. For him, it is the pear that applies. Clara Frijs should be, so be it! So sweet and juicy ripe so it runs down the chin ...
Quote of the day:
Think about and be thoughtful or think about and be caring.
Well thought must be to make a lot of apple cakes for the family lasting autumn ...
Hug from me.
Living on a lake is so wonderful. It's just as amazing at just about all seasons. It's just a little different.
Now in the autumn, there is a lot of life in Lake Gyllebos. There are all wild geese that gather there in large flocks. Most Canadian geese, but also some gray geese.
Every morning when I walk here on my usual morning round, there is a heavenly "cockroach" on the birds.
I just love that lovely sound that I associate so strongly with this fall and this place.
On a frozen morning, it was extraordinarily beautiful down at the bathing place. I stayed for a long time to enjoy a little extra of the fine morning. When a flock of Canadian geese came in for landing, another group of birds lifted up under a horrendously screeching laugh. Yes, it was kind of like a big noisy runway designed for live airmen.
When a brave bather later came to get his morning dip, it was completely empty of birds. The only thing that testified they were there was the white down which floated around on the water.
I wandered discreetly on with my camera… nude bathers to show respect.
Quote of the day:
No one can do business on a dead planet - please, be afraid of it.
Enjoy the day.
That there lives a little king down by my brother-in-law's eel fishing in Hällevik, yes I know that for a long time ...
Now, not every simple little king I mean. No, it is one of our, by far the most beautiful little birds, namely the colorful kingfisher.
You can often see small kingfishers right here, and from a reliable source he would have been extra special lately. In the early morning he had been sitting on the red buoy out in the sea, quietly surfing a little on the waves.
On a cold windy Saturday morning, Stefan and I drove down to the hut in Hällevik to see if we could see the colorful little kingfisher.
The morning was really cold and windy. On the sea went high waves so the foam became hot. I had forgotten about the cap at home, so I got really cold about the ears. My blonde ruffs were completely haunted by the sea breezes.
Out in the pit, Matt's eel sump snapped in a fierce wild eel dance. The fish that lay in it must probably be completely angular and sea sick, I thought to myself, as I simultaneously peeked in the strings for my little bird.
The only bird I could see was a frozen, windblown screech that was broad-legged standing on a rocky breeze and giddily looking out over the bushy sea.
From Hällevik we went north to the little sweet bay which Stefan firmly states is called "Hagen". There we continued to scout and glow for our kingfisher.
Well, there are such names in places that soon fall into oblivion. Like a cute little bay outside Kivik called Hagen. These are names of places that you definitely can't find in Google Maps anyway.
No, we did not get to see this little kingfisher on this Saturday morning anyway. But it was a wonderful morning walk in the best nature. And that's really all it takes to feel good. Don't you know what the little kingfisher looks like, I advise you to look at Google ... it's so incredibly beautiful, right ?!
Quote of the day:
Today's youth will never understand why we say "crank down the window".
Have a really nice Sunday and hug from me.
I love it here with autumn gardens. To ceaselessly deal with things that fall into my mind. Fix and donate in the garden. Then to go in and warm myself by the stove, cook a good soup and just feel that it is good enough. My garden is for my own well-being and not at all to impress or please anyone.
It is the time now, when the leaves are falling and the wild nature offers a colorful autumn party.
Down here with us we have had the first little frostbutton already. Not many minuses, no more than that the mercury has been down and nosed just below zero. Still, it blooms so beautifully still in my garden.
Of course, it appears that it is on the final lamp for some varieties. The very last little lavender flower stood so defiantly among all the withered friends. A beautiful rose still had lots of buds, and the delicate sunflowers provide good, greasy seeds for the little birds.
Of course, the autumn parade varieties bloom so beautifully yet. The various anemones, rudbecki and silver ax.
Above my head, the wild geese fly back and forth from the lake. Day in and day out, it is a dangerous flapping on them over our little garden. Although I love that sound of flying geese. It is almost so that a little water in my mouth paws when I think of good goose dinners that is common at this time.
The cranes have also passed here over our roof. It's a little sadder feeling. But time goes by and suddenly they come again when it is spring.
Quote of the day:
People should focus more on keeping their own grass alive, and not take much interest in if someone else seems greener.
A good thing about autumn is that when the cold sneaks on you can set the lawnmower and instead settle down with a good book in front of the fire. Every time has its charm.
Just outside Simrishamn there is a fantastic fine dog bath. Almost like a small dog paradise on Österlen.
When on all other beaches in Österlen there is strict dog ban all summer, it is free for dog owners to bring their fur blades here.
The morning when my dog Johnny and I were at the working dog club, we took the opportunity to hike the short distance down to Vårhallen.
At Vårhallen there are almost always plenty of dogs and dog people. Just this morning, something had taken care of a little black and white runaway that was later reunited with its owner.
The scenery here is so beautiful and also a bit dramatic. Johnny and I walked up past the little charming house of the pearl fisherman.
In the air, the tar smell was heavy. It was the oak lying there, recently tarred by Thor's friends. As a love sign more beautiful than the finest memorial bouquet.
Given Johnny's bad hind legs, I decided to return again.
Back at Hallagården, Johnny seemed quite happy for the day. For a brief moment he glared at the sheepskins, who stupidly just stared back at us. Then he took a clumsy leap into the car and immediately lay down to rest.
Quote of the day:
Kindness and empathy arise when we think with the heart.
Have a really nice Friday.
The farm where Simrishamn's working dog club has its seat is just amazingly beautiful.
A little stone's throw north of Tobisvik you will find the wonderful Hallagården.
It was an early morning when Johnny and I went to the dog. Dark clouds hung threateningly across the Austrian plain as we approached "Sillastan".
Here we went to a lot of courses, Johnny and I. Bravely, I have tried to get some fun on my happy dog, especially when he was young.
- "yet you have gone on so many courses", my parents sighed, when Johnny happily jumped up against them to say hello ...
As a certified watchdog, we managed pretty well anyway, Johnny and I together. With the facts in hand, we have had as much fun in the home defense as dog hunting. In Johnny's defense, there are probably not many who can beat his results on the track work during the patrol dog test. I remember how I could just hang on like a mitten when he rushed forward into the forest with his nose pressed against the ground. With more than an hour's time, he had tracked down all the entries on the 1,5 kilometer long stretch. When we arrived at the final report, Johnny glanced at me with his tongue like a tie. He probably wondered just when we would go on. I remember my judge's when she frightened came running across the Björkafältet and wondered what went wrong, if we were lost… we were not waiting for long there at the finish line where our time would be stopped. I showed the final bag with all the small items in and said, nothing, we are ready !!! Yes he can when it really matters, my Johnny dog.
This morning we practiced a little half heartedly for some obedience and then he got to run around most and enjoy life in his own way.
Simrishamn's working dog club is so beautiful so only the surroundings make you feel good here.
Here at Hallagården many Österlen dogs have gone into training. Here they have learned how to behave in a fine dog breed and get used to meeting other four-legged relatives without wanting to eat each other ... or rather, many dog owners have learned how to act as a dog owner, because it is in fact, what dog training is about.
When Johnny had finished just about everywhere, a bunch of cows came roaring. In the long run we could hear their complaining.
Johnny glared at them for a moment. I thought to myself that if you live in a pasture next to Hallagården, then you must still be quite used to dogs, and not look so "spoiled".
I felt a small tingle in my heart as I thought back to the wonderful time with my fine Johnny dog. For over ten years I have had him by my side, almost every day. A wonderful time and a wonderful dog! Now I give him a little moment every day - a moment that is a little more his. A moment when I am always completely satisfied and proud of him and no longer think of achievements.
Quote of the day:
I'm suspicious of people who don't like dogs, but I trust a dog when it doesn't like a certain person.
Have a nice day.
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.