Mellan hägg och syren
The lilacs ave finally started to flower. Between them and the bird cherries, the world smells wonderful. It's not too warm yet, either. Reminds me of why I love June so much.
Of course, drawbacks include mosquitos and flies. Must remember to keep my mouth closed when biking unless I feel the need for some extra protein. Dante dog doesn't like the mosquitos either, and I'd feel more sorry for him if it wasn't for the fact that he acts as a magnet for them.
I hope this good weather keeps until Sunday. I've been plotting a picnic. Probably won't happen, but I like dreaming. The usual consert, instead, I suppose. But I have missed Förklädd Gud something awful, so it's not all bad.
No, wait, if I don't get a picnic on Sunday, the weather doesn't matter. Good weather tomorrow, however, has to happen, or I will scream.
I am not going to spend a day on Björkö, in pouring rain.
...
No, who am I kidding, I'd spend the day on Björkö, getting a guided tour of Birka by Björn Ambrosiani, in a hurricane, rain's no problem.
Hey, I'm going to get a guided tour of Birka of Björn Ambrosiani. I'd keysmash about it, but it couldn't properly express my squee.
Just. Seriously.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Even if it means listening to my grandmother too. This is going to be awesome. Even if I have to be up and ready to leave at half past six. Awesome. Oh god I hardly ever have the chance to be nerdy about archaeology. ♥
Me = currently in love with my family, words can't express it. Even distant relations, oh yesss, distant relations, and guided tours of Birka for our family yes.
//Clara, who really should be getting to bed soon, if she wants to go.
PS. At one point or another I am going to have to stop listening to Sofia Karlsson. Not yet, and not today.