Dreams of flowers and gardens


With age, I seem to be increasingly drawn to gardens, plants and flowers. When I feel stressed, or happy, or sad, or calm, I always feel better – happier or less stressed – when I go out into my parents fantastic garden with oak trees that are a couple of hundred years old, apple trees that are just turning five, raspberry bushes, green damp grass and the smell of life.


Pionies have become one of my favourite flowers – they grow right outside my parents´house and are really lovely to watch blooming, but the flower bud is almost lovelier, longing to burst.

Roses from Elsa.

What I will pick next week:


What I picked yesterday in fairytale-like forest:


These will end their days on a buttered piece of bread tonight, fried in butter with hint of white pepper.

But for today – I drink coffee and pep up for fall mysteries and inspirations.



About thejojonetwork

The feeling you get when something touches you genuinely. A movie, a picture, a place or a song. I will sort through the dayly buzz and try to find the glimpses of gold that lights a spark in me. All the fantastic things that you sometimes take for granted. Take a look around and lit the spark.

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