I woke up this morning with a strange feeling. Something was out of the ordinary. For a long while I couldn't identify the cause. Then, alloversudden, I knew what it was: I felt good!
After the panic had passed, I started to enjoy it. I even opened my garden door to let in some fresh air!
Well, spring is here. Sun and two digit temperature. A friend of mine from Madagascar once said: "Nothing is like Rogaland (the county I live in) in spring." And he is right. Spring is the only season we are big on. The others mostly suck. But we have a long, nice, green spring, with lots of flowers.
The Snow Bells are already done flowering, but the crocus is very nice right now, and I think the lillies will be flowering next week. Then the tulips will come, and from then on there will be an explotion of colours, which I would really appriciate if I werent colourblind.
Nemi is running in and out, enjoying the freedom of an open door.
Wish I could be outside in the sun too.
Oh well. I just have to go out after dark and atleast smell the spring night. That is very nice too.
After the panic had passed, I started to enjoy it. I even opened my garden door to let in some fresh air!
Well, spring is here. Sun and two digit temperature. A friend of mine from Madagascar once said: "Nothing is like Rogaland (the county I live in) in spring." And he is right. Spring is the only season we are big on. The others mostly suck. But we have a long, nice, green spring, with lots of flowers.
The Snow Bells are already done flowering, but the crocus is very nice right now, and I think the lillies will be flowering next week. Then the tulips will come, and from then on there will be an explotion of colours, which I would really appriciate if I werent colourblind.
Nemi is running in and out, enjoying the freedom of an open door.
Wish I could be outside in the sun too.
Oh well. I just have to go out after dark and atleast smell the spring night. That is very nice too.
scandi_rose:
Wish i was there with you enjoying the spring night 
i could describe the colours at least or try to the best i could. and i know words wouls fall oh so short . 
i miss those mornings on the veranda quietly waiting for you to awaken , just me the cat and the beutiful Norwegian dawn. yes it is true there is nothing on earth like Rogaland and there is nothing on earth Like wanting to come home
i could describe the colours at least or try to the best i could. and i know words wouls fall oh so short . i miss those mornings on the veranda quietly waiting for you to awaken , just me the cat and the beutiful Norwegian dawn. yes it is true there is nothing on earth like Rogaland and there is nothing on earth Like wanting to come home 
zahara:
Can I come visit? Or will Scandi beat me up? I need some nice weather.