Whites and Blue of Winter,

in my two Homes

In Sweden, we had one big snow last year. I hear there has been snow on the ground since before Christmas and people have shoveled snow more times than they can count this month.

Our house and road in last years snow

The white here in my former home in Florida is a bit different. Temperatures have dipped into record lows of the 20's F, and people here are complaining it is really cold.

Not me.

Thanks to Home Exchange . com, we are staying on the beach, and a lovely couple who own the beach rental we have been at for the last two weeks will stay at our house when we go up north next June to celebrate Midsommar.

We may have our fair share of the white stuff here, but there is also plenty of color to liven things up as well.

And my husband is having some time to practice his parenting skills, thanks to the nine months of father leave /Papaledig he has in Sweden.

Thanks, Sweden. We love you.

But Florida, you will always have January.

The SwedeBaby Update
Age: 7 months 18 days
Weight: 18 1/2 lbs
Can say: Baba's/ Amma (mother's milk), Mama, Papa
Teeth: Two bottom, two top with one more prominent than the other
Enjoys: Her sister, mama, and papa, , tasting things,- ie putting every thing she finds on the floor righ into her mouth, her toy 'bugaboo' when driving in the car, watching the laundry spin cycle, and pulling books off shelves.
Latest talents: Crawling, pulling up to stand, pushing the laundry basket around, saying 'Ba-bas' when she wants to nurse, leaning over the changing table to reach for the toilet and flushing it on her own. Avoiding diaper changes by standing up. Using the potty with "elimination communication' whenever she gets the chance, doing most of her poo's on the potty .

Show your Nanny&Pa your new toofers:

Strong Girl:

Trouble: Watching the Wheels Go Round and Round....


Perfect Combination: A 4 year old that likes to do shows, and a 7 month old that will laugh at silly tricks

Crawling, and the sound of her fuss voice

Dedication of the Harvest

The trees are ablaze with their full colors, and both the leaves and temperatures are dropping. There is something sacred about such a dramatic change. It was nice to find the Swedish church has a ritual to celebrate the harvest and remember the cycle of life. It is no wonder people all over choose to give thanks for the harvests and honor the dead at this time of year. Walking in the graveyard near the church, with leaves blowing and trees glowing orange, I am reminded that soon it is Halloween/ Dia De Los Muerte/ Day of the Dead/ All Saints Day.

Swedish church holy days are still very tied to the wheel of the year. Each season is marked by a celebration- Santa Lucia in winter, Easter in Spring, Midsummer, and in the fall it is the dedication of the Harvest, called Skördegudstjänst. We were amongst the very few who attended the Skördegudstjänst service in Vomb this weekend, and it was a time of Thanksgiving. The choir surprised us with a cheery chorus of "Muchas Gracias". After our first year in Sweden, I have say yes, indeed.

The world reminds us once a year that everything dies. And that we are, in fact, still alive, and able make the most of it.

The Reaper And The Flowers

There is a Reaper whose name is Death,

and, with his sickle keen,

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,

And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;

"Have nought but the bearded grain?

Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,

I will give them all back again.'' He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,

He kissed their drooping leaves;

It was for the Lord of Paradise

He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,''

The Reaper said, and smiled;

"Dear tokens of the earth are they",

Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.''

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,

The flowers she most did love;

She knew she should find them all again

In the fields of light above. O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Forest Colors The BirchesSnow Berries