In SFI class today, we were given plants to take home. I’m not sure why because everything was discussed in Swedish by the gardener lady who told us all about them. I was given a cucumber, some parsley and basil.
The classroom we sometimes use was full of plants before today. I did wonder why they were there. They were flourishing in the greenhouse like conditions in front of a big plate glass window. By the time the mysterious distribution was over, there were just three, sad and lonely plants remaining.
But that wasn’t it for the mystery. We were then collected together and marched down the road to a community garden where lady gardeners guided us around the plots, pointing out various plants and talking to us in Swedish. For that reason, I find it quite difficult to discuss, given my Swedish is very limited.
There was some understanding relief though. Aussie Colin was with us, and we chatted about various things in Australian, including the fact that Brad, one of the other Trosa Aussies, is a brewer. Colin has suggested that he set up a microbrewery in the old SEB building in Trosa Centrum. This snippet received a double thumbs up from me.
He also asked if Jason arrived safely and if he was enjoying Trosa. Unfortunately, this was before the giant wasp incident and the discovery of a required star driver.
The driver was under the pile of wood I asked Jason to sort and move for me. It was the leftovers from the deck and the old steps that Harald and Roger cleared away from the back of the house. In particular, the steps were still in one piece so Jason decided to unscrew them. He didn’t have a star driver though, so he was a bit stymied.
Then, as if it was a gift from the gods of Asgard, he found exactly what he wanted, lying on the ground, begging to be used. Wielding the mighty bit, he started unscrewing, thanking Odin as he did, for making the job so much easier. I reckon it was because he was wearing a Mjölnir amulet around his neck. The gods looked down and they were pleased.
It wasn’t Jason’s only adventure today. He was also chased out of the stuga by a giant wasp thing. I say ‘thing’ because if it was a wasp, it was a massive one. It also liked peanut butter. As I said to Jason, it was a valuable life lesson not to leave bread plates out without rinsing them. He didn’t feel this was particularly useful in getting rid of the frightful monster.
Armed with a small broom and just his wits, he managed to get the beast outside and left it, still on the plate, in the grass.
Jason then organised his weekend away in Stockholm, meeting up with his parkour chums for a bit of urban ‘flipping, running, climbing, swinging, vaulting, jumping, plyometrics, rolling, and quadrupedal movement‘ over the mid-summer break. Hopefully there’ll be no giant wasps in his way across fences and up walls.
Back at the community garden project, there were no fences or walls. It was a big open space and called Alyckan. There is some sort of association which runs the place. They sell produce and flowers, the money received going back into the ground.
Speaking of flowers, I’m not sure why Ninni was presented with a bouquet of daisies, unless it was something to do with mid-sommar. Maybe she’ll be making a crown out of them for her maypoling activities on Friday.
It was a strange morning, though pleasant in a getting out of the classroom and into nature kind of way. And, fortunately, we missed the rain.
And there was rain a little later. It forced us to eat dinner inside, which was a shame. Mind you, I did manage to finish the mowing before it struck.
And dinner tonight was another test recipe from the French woman’s new cook book. It was flounder and crispy chorizo on cauliflower purée. And it was delicious. I would go for a stronger fish but, otherwise, it was perfect. I’ll definitely make it again. Mirinda and Jason were particularly pleased with the super creamy purée.
