I naturen. Det växer och det dör.

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Inspiration! This film about Mark Hearld. From St Jude's Prints.

Tack, Kristina!

Sista veckan att se Enter the Wild, av Lisa Jeannin och Rolf Shuurmans

på Passagen Linköpings konsthall. Pågår t o m den 25:e maj. 

Så spännande! Så roligt! Så bra!  

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Hungerstrejken i Gävle kan vara nära ett avslut, 

Arbetarbladet, idag kl 13.

Utanför skiner solen och fåglar kvittrar, men det är kallt i Sverige.

Skriv på för de hungerstrejkande barnen och ungdomarna utanför migrationsverket i Gävle. Låt dem stanna!

 Tvångsutvisningar av barn ökar stort, Metro, 2 april 2013

"De förlorar hoppet och blir desperata", artikel i DN, 12 nov 2013

Look! Babs and Agneta are now happy mothers of two!

Will there be more chickens during the coming days?

Våren! Vilken grej!

What the hens are doing at the moment: 

The rooster and Elvis are sand bathing in all of our plots.

Agneta shares the brooding responsibility with Babs. 

(But still no chickens, so today I borrowed some of the eggs down to the basement and looked through their shells with an egg lamp. And there, in the dark, I could se at least one chicken heart beating close to the shell! So we will wait. For some more days.)

Walking home from a yoga class in Västervik. 

Everything is so... blue.

 

I was interviewed by a local newspaper a while ago, and when there was time for photographing I thought of the portrait of Ebba Witt-Brattström, from an article in Dagens Nyheter. Lotta Gometz took the photo of me. Who photographed Ebba Witt-Brattström 1970 the paper doesn't tell. 

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Målade mackor av David LaFerriere. (Tack, Ole!)

Vad har du bakom ryggen? (What's That Behind Your Back?) is soon published in France. Que caches-tu dans ton dos? is the title, 

the publisher is Rue du Monde.

Many years ago, Jakob and I were lucky to receive a scholarship that took us all the way to Havana, Cuba. For 4 months we stayed in a house near the Malecón. We drew and wrote, took Salsa lessons, found out where the best Mojitos were made, learned the art of queuing the Cuban way and travelled by the slow train across the country. This gypsum mermaid was the only thing we bought and brought with us from the trip. She still watches over us.

Photos from Cuba by Anna Diehl

No chickens yet. (Babs is still lying there.)

But a new pillow in the sofa, pattern by Kristina Digman, 

produced by Kisek.

Flowers. The colors!

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Forgotten links: 

One of the best things from Bologna Book Fair; the very big book Mapa

made by Polish Aleksandra and Daniel Mizielińscy, Hipopotam Studio.

(Aleksandra and Daniel also made the book 1000 Polish Book Covers.)

It might be the best gardening book, ever. 

Gourmetträdgården av Lena Israelsson.

Inspiring, informative, good looking! 

And I made kimchi. 

Recipe in the book. 

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(A similar kimchi recipe here.)

It's that time of the year! Things are growing everywhere. Wood anemones out in the hursts, snowdrops in the lawn and chili and cucumber and cabbage and tomatoes in the window sill. 

Some favorites of mine:

Mizuna, plant now. Outside, under fiber cloth.

Allium cepa (luftlök), first pic. You plant the bulbs, and eat the green that grows above ground. 

And coriander. 

There is something missing, and I know what it is. The pantskirt. The perfect garment, the missing link between pants and skirt, between masculinity and femininity. What does it mean, that a pantskirt is so hard to find these days?

Pantskirt pictures borrowed from Rusty Zipper.

Today, at lunchtime Aubergine and a knife. 

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Funny food and Funny food book

After this long and cold winter the hens and the rooster are happily exploring spring. They hardly have time to eat before they race out in the garden. They take long strolls in the cow pen, and follow me around when working in the plots. The very first day of spring, Babs (the only remaining bantam hen, mid pic) suddenly decided to give that brooding thing a try. After a week she suddenly got tired of lying in the clutch, without eating or drinking, and stepped out to join the others in the sun. But after just a couple of minutes she was hunted back in again, and since that moment she has stayed flat on the eggs. 

Will there be chickens, we are all wondering? I'll keep you updated. 

Elvis, in the first pic, is tame as a kitten. Loves to lie in the sofa, loves being cuddled with. When stroked under the beak she closes her eyes and purrs...