yearly sakura pics

I always take pictures of the blooming Sakura in Kungsträdgården. Somehow I never get tired of it, even though I do it every year.


I absolutely love to sit under the blushing canopy and enjoy the budding spring, with pink petals drifting down around me with the slightest gust of wind.


I look forward to the day when i get to experience it properly in the land of the rising sun.

the cutest ever

Just the other day I was thinking that I really need a small foldable shopping bag that I can have in my backpack all the time. It needs to be small since my bag is always packed to the extreme limit. And it would be nice if it looked good as well. Unfortunately most I've seen lately is pretty boring and not small enough.

And then, later the same day, I got a gift from Eriko containing the the cutest shopping bag ever. Mimmi was in Tokyo the other week visiting her, and brought it back for me. And I absolutely adore it!


The "bag" on the picture is the pouch that contains the actual shopping bag. The bag in itself is 40 x 38 x 13 cm. I just love Japanese packaging. They really think of the details, making the pouch look like a small bag.

Thank you so much Eriko! It was just what I was looking for.
I wish I could have been there with you guys.
Love you and miss you loads! xxx

det var en gång en lycklig ko...

Och nu är Joy och Rickard lyckliga!

kanske till helgen?

Kungsan idag.

bagged bumble bee

I heard a weird sound while I was doing a bit of spring cleaning in my closet earlier today. It was a rather loud scratching sound and at first I thought it might be another fieldmouse that had decided to move into the ceiling between the living room and my bedroom.

The sound was a bit too loud and didn't stop even though I made a quite a bit of noise close to it. So I got curious and tried to pinpoint the location of it. Perhaps the mouse was trapped somewhere inside my cluttered walk-in closet or had decided to gnaw a hole in one of the boxes in it and build a house in it.

I moved some stuff out of the closet and noticed that it had gotten quiet in there. So I walked out and realized that the sound came from a bag where I put other bags to keep them out of the way. As I started emptying it I found a rather large bumble bee. He was buzzing tiredly and I guess he'd been trapped there for quite a long time. I guess he must have flown in sometime when my parents or I have had a window open or something.


I put on some gloves I found nearby, picked the bumble bee up, put it on a small lid with a drop of water, in case it was dehydrated, and stood by the window so it could fly off if it wanted to. But he was totally uninterested of the water and didn't want to stay on the lid, so it crawled onto my finger instead, where it sat for a while.

I got my camera, that sat on the table next to me, and tried to take some pictures of it. That was, of course, when it decided to get active and walk around on my hand for a minute before it took off. It was really tricky to get a good shot and I'm not really happy with any of them, but the bumble bee was really cute irl.


Spring is here, even though it's still pretty cold outside. Give it a week or two and the world will turn green. Yay!

signs of spring

Snowdrops in a park in Stockholm (Observatorielunden)

As you might have understood, I am longing for spring to arrive for real. Not just show us a little bit of sunlight and tease us, pretending it's here and then skitter off and dump a pile of wet snow on us.

I have started seeing more and more proper signs of spring this last week. And the weather these last couple of days has been wonderful.

Last Wednesday, on my way to the Squvalp pub, I got delayed for a bit. I happened to run into two cute little things that made me sway of my path to the station. Two tiny blue tits were lying helplessly, flopping around, in the middle of the street. I saw the approaching cars, stepped out without another thought and quickly picked them up to get them out of harms way.

The two of them had probably been in the middle of a territorial fight (a sign of spring) and not noticed a car coming towards them.


They were really dazed and one of them seemed very weak. At first I just stood there, on the sidewalk looking at them, pondering if it would be less stressful for them if I just laid them down on the grass next to me. But it was still pretty cold outside and I wasn't sure that they weren't hurt. So I turned around and walked back home. My dad was home, working in the yard, and he likes birds, so I thought I'd leave them with him.

I only got halfway home before one of them came to and flew away. The other one was still out of it, so I kept on walking. It hardly even reacted when I took a photo of it. It just sat there blinking and moving it's head slightly.

I left him with dad, who made sure he got water, food and protection. After a few hours he seemed okay and flew off. Hopefully he's still well and stop by our feeding table every now and again.