Blue egg falls..

Yesterday, I found this beautiful diminutive blue egg shell that had crash landed after a fall from my gutter.

It had landed and cracked open on one of my limestone slabs placed in the garden. I had no clue on who produced such a beautiful egg. The garden is a heaven for all kinds of species of birds since ther are an abundance of wetlands in the vecinity. Must have been a very small bird though..

Consulting my computer and Wikipedia, I found that it must have been a European Robin (Erithacus rubecula), or, in Anglophone Europe, simply Robin, is a small insectivorous passerine bird that was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae), but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher (Muscicapidae). Around 12.5–14.0 cm (5.0–5.5 in) in length, the male and female are similar in colouration, with an orange breast and face lined with grey, brown upperparts and a whitish belly. It is found across Europe, east to Western Siberia and south to North Africa; it is sedentary in most of its range except the far north.

The term Robin is also applied to some unrelated birds with red breasts. These include the American Robin (Turdus migratorius), which is a thrush, and the Australian red robins of the genus Petroica, which are more closely related to crows.
Well, it became very clear that I just have to put up some more birdhouses in my garden to prevent my delicate cohabitants from nesting in my narrow gutters and from taking blue egg falls like this!

A tune that stuck to your mind for decades..

Out of order..and cyber sweating..

Something´s failed as to the access to my blog lately. It s been driving my almost crazy not to be able to log in. It´s been quite frustrating and the feeling has been that of a squash ball bouncing to and fro between the walls..user names..user accounts, upload new versions, check mails för temporary shutdowns etc.

So I almost gave up and decided that I was done with blogging. And THEN!! Oh! I saw the LIGHT! Halleluja! I found the passwords to log into the new mail, that gave me the new passwords to the accounts that gave me new user names to the blog...and on and on

So I will just test publish for the moment this favorite photo of mine (from the archipelago outside Sandhamn that I took some years ago) that kind of brings me distance and harmony! Quite needed after this debacle!

So this is just: TESTING, TESTING --no yet over and out..

I will now raise from the computer and step out into the beautiful garden (it is still cold here like November!) and breathe the crisp air and the strong smells from all the lilacs and stop thinking "cyber!" for a while..

And to you dear blog followers..thanks for your patience.

Well this calls for this one : ( Like my old friend Tore Z used to say when things occationally got out of hand)

"You can`t be perfect all the time!" :-)

Early Monday morning..

..the small harbour of Sandhamn is calm and quite beautiful and I wait with my good friend Paivi - who gave me a smooth ride to the village on her electrical moped - on the jetty for the ferry to take me back to the mainland.

And after a night ride on yet another ferry I am back in my house in Gotland. In the morning after some hours sleep, I walk around in my nightie in the garden amazed over the turn it has taken.

I feel I am walking in paradise in the midst of the heavy smells of allt the various kinds of lillies and peonies in all colors.The fruit trees are all in bloom..

A bouquet is picked that will fill the house with the loveliest smells..

The early morning sun ..

..filters through the trees..

..and the rape fields in a distance are a glowing yellow..

Whitsuntide in Sandhamn..

..in the Stockholm archipelago. Marvellous summer it is and the island is visited by 1000´s of day-tourists - here trying to get on the Cinderella ferry back to the mainland on Sunday at 13.00.

Today, I found new inhabitants in my barrel in the garden. They were five newly hatched great tits constantly hollering for food. Their mother is loosing a few feathers being busy tending to her demanding kin. I know the mother quite well - she is quite tame and likes sometimes to sit on my shoulder when I read in the garden. I will leave some cheese for her before I leave tomorrow..

My porch in the early morning hours. The sea can be seen through the pines. This is one of my favourite places in the whole world. I love to get up around 5 o´clock in the morning and watch the sunrise over the sea. And to have a nice little cup of tea with honey and lemon.
And to listen to the sounds of the great variety of birds of the archipelago.
Quality time...

A friend, who lives here all year round, is tending her garden down in the little pictoresque village, donning a great red hat to protect from the blazing Sunday sun.

My good friend Paivi can´t wait to have a nibble from the freshly baked bread outside the Sandhamn bakery..

Anders is the island baker of many years. His is also a great artist and boule player and acting as an extra in a Swedish film presently being shot on the island. Almost the entire island is involved in this film which will show events that took place here in the 70´s. So everybody living here are signed up as extras and running around with long false whiskers and tobacco brown suits and ugly glasses.
Here he is relaxing after a long baking day commencing at 4.00 AM in the morning..
Tomorrow, I will leave the island of my childhood and head for Gotland. There is a garden to attend to down in the southern part of the Baltic! The ferry woun´t be as crowded Monday morning and it will take one hour through the archipelago to the mainland. Then I will get on another ferry in the evening for 3,5 hours to travel to the more distant island of Gotland. I guess I will be rather finished when I arrive at my house down there around 1 o´clock at night. But it is summertime and the nights are so bright this time of year here in Scandinavia. Not a big deal to stay up late, really..

The frustration of our lack of means, measures, steps and actions..

During my years in the 70´s as a Press Secretary with Amnesty International there were quite a few governments in the world that held no sensitive ear whatsoever to the rule of law and the global pressure as to human rights issues repeatedly violated in their respective countries.
"They couldn´t care less that the whole world was watching the autrocities committed by their countries".
President Hugo Banda in Malawi was one. Bokassa in the Central African Republic and Khomeini in Iran were others.
Even the dictators of South America at that time held at least a fragment of consciousness on what the world thought of them and their tarnished global image and tried to "cover up their crimes against humanity " as well as they could. If possible.

In watching the morning news and the interview of Eritreas President Isaias Afwerki by Swedish journalist Donald Boström in connection with the imprisonment of Swedish citizen and journalist Dawit Isaak I still feel the same shock as I did then, about Eritrea´s total ignorance of UN resolutions and the rule of law today.
(See the full interview above)
The next feature in the morning TV News is about the North Corean underground nuclear test and they way the world starts to awake and react on their escalating nuclear power plays.
So slowly and cautiously. Tip toe commenting. Pinning a lot of hopes on China´s reactions.
"We all said something, and we agreed more or less and said the same thing," expresses the US UNrepresentative in a statement which is as inflammatory as the weak coffee I am sipping.
Well it hasn´t changed much since the 70´s. The polarization is as great as it has always been. The frustration of our lack of means, measures, steps and actions to influence these alarming situations are still there to match.

PE

Early morning in the archipelago..

Sandhamn, Monday morning. The Grönskär lighthouse in a distance.

I left Gotland for a while to visit my childhood island of Sandhamn in the Stockholm archipelago and to see old friends I hadn´t seen for a long time. It has now turned summer for real and the sea is smooth and the air filled with sounds from the sea birds hollering eagerly if you tread somewhere near their nests..These are the waters where I learnt how to swim a long, long time ago. As beautiful as ever..
Sandhamn harbour at lunchtime. The majority of the weekend yachts and visitors have left. And the natives enjoy the beautiful island all to themselves..

"I love my dad!"

Malcolm and Thalia in Washington. May 2009.

A Gotland Saturday among cherry blossoms..

The sweet and subtle smell of the abundant cherry blossoms fills the garden and sweeps through my open bedroom window at night.There will be more than enough of the sweet tasting yellowish cherries for me and all the birds in my garden. No need to put out scarecrows and alike. Let´s have a cherry feast! Me, my family and friends and all the beautiful birds of the area - so busy right now to feed their new born nestlings! The first cuckoo of the season has now been heard for a couple of days..
I have now started to find some furniture for my "new room": some old pieces I had before. Anything put in this tiny space has to be of diminutive size. And this time, I will sidestep my belowed white decoration concept for this particular room with its cosy slooping roof and try to give it an English cottage style "oak wood touch". (below)

A new room is slowly taking shape..

Renovation of this room was quite necessary. This is what one of the bedrooms on the upper floor looked like when I bought the house.

Very, very cramped.. It really needed to be opened up..

So, one wall was torn down, as were the thick layers of bulgy wallpapers from generations of living - exposing at least 10 different kinds of wallpapers representing the various pattern styles of the passed 100 years..

The very romantic new American wallpaper from Fairwinds Studio´s Cottage Prints is now in place. Quite expensive they were here in Sweden - those rose bouquets vinyl coated extra broad papers.
But you know how it can be sometimes - you just have too.. (A bit too kitchy - I know - but what the..!)

The floor was of different kinds and quality in the various rooms and had to be made the same -so the easiest way to do it was to put on a new"antique looking oak" floor. A "clickboard panel floor" was chosen and is now well under way..

This is how it looked like this morning from my bedroom in the first rays of the emerging sun when I got out of bed. It will not be long now..I really look forward to have it finished. To be able to finally plan the decoration, furniture, lighting, curtains etc. ( You bet I will attend a few more farm auctions to try to find some suiting pieces!) I am getting increasingly tired of living in a dust cloud of plaster..So today I will try to stain paint the ledges in a suitable antique oak color. Wish me luck!