Yesterday she became an American citizen..

.. Hinda ,my sweet daughter-in-law! She, together with 122 other new Americans originating from a number of countries including Finland, was sworn in a in touching ceremony at the Washington magistrates with judges, and speeches and flying standars.."It was like right out of a film!" reports her husband Malcolm in a mail from Washington. I bet there was a bit of celebrations last night with bubbles etc at the Woodley house! Here is Congrats from Gotland and Pia amidst deep snow!

February flowers in the garden..

It is been surprisingly springlike in Gotland over the past few days. Gotland has about the best climate in Sweden even grapes are grown on this Baltic island!
Today I found these three kinds of flowers in my sunlight garden. Oh joy!
We hardly saw any snow at all this winter and we actually had very few days of sub zero temperatures!

Completely out-of-tune..

This is the supper of last night. Downright out-of-tune.. In Sweden, the crayfish season is August. In fullmoon. Sporting crazy hats, bibs, singing endless and awkward "schnapps songs".
Last night was almost fullmoon. And 6 month too early for the crayfish-eating-tradition. But who can wait? In Sweden, this behaviour is considered almost hedonian. But for a few maniacs like myself it just has to be..
Sunday we spent all day at an auction in Tofta south of Visby. The barn was full with eager buyers partly because of the fact that the auction included a lost property sale staged by the Visby police.
I landed two very good bikes, one old fashioned hand carpented wash stand with handpainted marbling and a beautiful Venetian chandelier for very good prices. This had to be celebrated in a good fashion. With gourmet Spanish crayfish and Swedish Reimersholme schnapps! We just sang once. Too busy gobbling up one packet of those little red things each! Believe it or not - this morning I got out of bed at 7AM and started happily polishing the crisp crystals of the Venetian chandelier and watched the raising February sun sending promising sparkels on the crystals and into the livingroom. I will now go and ride my new bike - some exercise is surely needed!

A rat is a rat is only a rat..

For two days now I have halted all the restoration- and interior decoration activities on the old house and picked up my paint brushes instead. I need to do that once in a while to be able to breathe properly..This is an oil painting I call "Shedding some light" - the very first I made in this house where I intend to fix myself a great studio with all my painting gear later on.. First, one has to focus on getting bedrooms, kitchen and living room the in order.
And to get all the rats out of the basement!
When I first moved in here I was a bit taken by all the strange sounds in the night. "Maybe it were the spirits of all the souls that once lived here who wanted to check out the new owner" I thought and pulled the pillow over my head. But rats they were, simply and plainly, and they all lived downstairs in my cellar connected to my entire house through an intricate system of rat channels.
Ok. I kind of like rats and mice knowing them as intelligent animals i e: I don´t jump on chairs and scream when I spot them - but this was going to far! They even muched the labels of my empty wine bottles being hungry and obviously had a habit of sharpening their long teeth on my plumming pipes. Enough is enough! And I called in the professionals to do the extinguishing job. With a bit of a heavy heart.
"No poison - set traps I said..."
And efficient they were. We caught the first rat yesteday and threw him into the nature. Glossy peppercorn eyes was staring at me. And big it was. And dead, departed and deceased. Its long tail rigor-mortis-erect and stale like a pencil waiting for the sharpener..
I must say I dread a little to decend into the old basement for some time to come. But it is here I keep my washing machine. So I have to face this for a while more. It was estimated that the amount of rodents might be 20. Or 200! explains the Anticimex guy! (The house has been empty for over a year and they really had time of their lives to make themselves at home..) Oh noooo...
However: One the other hand: In Africa in my various homes, I once in a while had snakes in the loo at night (imagine having a hang-over and entering the bathroom in the wee hours looking for an aspirine and discover a couple of snakes intertwined on the mirror shelf - thus multiplying "the snake numbers" in the mirror and in the eye of the heavy headed beholder..) and an occational scorpion thrieving in the bath tub. So..what´s the big deal!
A rat is only a rat..
After all.

This is the view from the lovely house..

..where I spent some time as a pampered guest last spring in Umbria, Italy, in Ingrid´s exquisite antique Italian home. I have known for some time that it will be up for sale - and now it is a fact! Take this opportunity to have a good view of great Swedish interior decoration and Scandinavian style in a successful marriage with this ancient Confessionary´s House in the rolling hills of beautiful Portaria, Umbria, Italy!

Åh våra kära grannar norrmännen...

Tack Lina för dagens store smil!

Scientific experiments?

It is a well known and amusing fact that when you place a pen between your teeth, your mouth and facial muscles takes on a grinning posture and signals happiness to you your brain. It actually is said to make you feel instant happiness... Now, I wonder, if you take another pen and place under one of you breasts - assuming that you are a woman - and you notice that it sits there tight and not drops.. Will this knowledge make you loose and drop the grinning pen you happily keep clenched between you teeth?

"At this very moment.."

(Photo: The Boston Globe)

This link was mailed to me from Washington this morning. One of the most memorable sequences of photos of an instant "global warming" we will probably see: What people were doing from Croatia to Afganistan the very moment Barack Obama was installed. The initial pictures on the DC scene are also quite amazing! Give it two minutes and watch - I am sure you won´t regret..

The big grin..

..on the face of my richly ornamented main door of the old part of the house, amuses me. There is a man placed right in centre with a silver colored face and he is grinning particularly benevolenty at sunset. I think he is happy when the red sunrays for a few minutes turn his eternally silvery face into gold..

This is the glow of our northern sunset this glorious Monday on the old porch of the Gotland house.The blackbirds who tend to linger up here in the north in winter nowadays - instead of taking off for the south as they were originally programmed (sign of global warming?) - have happily cleared their throats today in a subdued twitter in what might just be interpreted as a initial prelude to spring..

The little lady in pink..

Thalia, Washington DC, January 2009