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Today marked our annual wild garlic picking expedition up to the woods behind Tureholms slott. So, armed with shopping bags (Mirinda and I) and a lovely little wicker basket (Nicoline) we headed up the now familiar path and bent to picking amid the strongly scented leaves.
It also marked the complete appearance of the first daff of the season, in our garden.
In the morning, Mirinda and Nicoline made another unsuccessful attempt to zumba. The classes have failed to materialise for the last few weeks. This has meant some handy language practice for Mirinda. It has not meant anything in the way of dance exercise.
While they wiled away their time, speaking Swedish, I was in the stuga working on my book, punctuated with some exercise of my own. Speaking of which, I also tried to book a slot with the physiotherapist recommended to me by Nicoline’s physiotherapist. Unfortunately (for me anyway) he is busy until mid-May when I won’t be here. I will have to just keep doing my own thing for a while longer.
They did manage a little more exercise by going to a field and picking up some horse manure. Mirinda also planted up a load of plants she bought at the garden centre.
But, back in the woods behind Tureholms slott, we noticed what appeared to be a victim of the Big Easter Storm. A tree, brought down across some sort of cable. Whatever the cable carried (power, Internet, jungle telegraph) we assumed it was still carrying it was because it was holding up, albeit stretched a bit.
I’m guessing no-one has reported it down because it isn’t affecting anyone.
When I took this photo, Nicoline commented that I was working on my blog post. So true.
