Hjälp, är det någon som kan backa tillbaka tiden så vi kan få sommar en gång till? Kylan kryper förrädiskt på, ytterplaggen har hängt framme redan ett tag. Löpsedlarna handlar dagligen och ingående om flunsor och jag tänker "febriga barn och vabbande, here we go again". Ja, ljuset, det energigivande ljuset, tunnas allt mer ut och vardagmorgnarnas tidiga ljus är snart borta. Burr, med augusti kom definitvt hösten.
Help, is there anyone who can turn back time so we can enjoy summer once more? The chilliness is creeping treacherously on to us, the outdoor coats have already been hanging in the hallway for a while. News bills are daily penetrating flu's and I think "fevery children and staying home with sick childs, here we go again". The light, yes the energy giving light, is gradully vanishing and the morning early light is soon gone. Huh, with August the autumn definitely has come.
For about a year ago Anthea got a writing book which she's lately started writing small and big comments in. It started one evening when she had been looking for her hobby scissors for a while with no success. That was when she spontaneously felt she had to write it down, in her writing book. She wrote "my scissors are gon".
If you can't find blueberries in the woods you can always buy blueberries. Two yummy blueberry cakes we baked one dat, or rather tarts when served with whipped cream, according to a Finnish receipe from my mums old school book.
My father used to love strolling in the woods, especially during the blueberry season, and could come home with a whole bucket of the blackblue berries. He always followed this receipe from mothers school book. And he filled large baking tins with blueberry pie that he cut in pieces and froze. Then during dark autumn evenings we used to eat them heated accompanied with tea.
Do you fancy city park life? You can at least find us there quite often, cause we love walking in the green just a stonethrow from our block of flats. But through the years the garbishes there have driven us crazy, why don't they keep the Kungsholmen parks tidy? Most big cities in Europe have actually realised the value of their city parts for their citizens as well as their tourists.
Stockholms stad anställt ungdomar i somras för att (håll i dig) föra statisktik över skräpet! Otroligt!
So, the other day I read in various neighbourhood papers about a commitment against the garbish in Kungsholmen, including it's parks. But what was it about? Well, that Stockholm city had hired youngsters during this summer to (I'm serious) keep statistics over the garbish. Amazing!
August month was also about crayfish parties. One cancelled party resulted in that we felt we wanted to celebrate one on our own at home. So we had Swedish crayfishes in a bucket and Västerbotten chesse pie from the supermarket. And we re-cooked them with a bunch of dill, beer and sugar, they where quite ok.
We partied with fun with hats, crayfish ornaments, well, the whole crayfish party kit. Our shrimp loving sone showed digging also crayfish while our daugther kept a more hesitant attitude towards these orange insects.
Next party we celebrated together with K & P and their children. K served newly catched Swedish fabulosuly delicious crayfishes, which she and her father had pulled out of the near waters. To it was served the given Västerbottencheese pie, this one a lovely home made variant.
It was cosy and the weather allowed us sitting outdoors until late evening, that was rounded off with coffe and creamy parfait.