Anti-social fruit...

Ok, ok, so I was going to leave you alone for a few weeks...

But then I missed you...

And I remembered that blog entry I just had to create in the midst of squeezing all the "summer needs" into the suitcase the day before we left... So I thought I'd send it to you. Sort of a holiday postcard-type-thing...

Greetings, bloggers!

The blackberry bush hangs heavy just above the bench and steps at the back of the house. The birds make an appalling mess, as they spit out half of the berries onto the ground, making it look as if tainted with some horrible, spotty disease... The bush itself is one of the more anti-social of fruit bearers, and the prickly bramble has been the cause of many Swedish four-letter utterances in the past...

As I was rummaging through the workshop the other day, I stumbled upon my grandfather's old plain (with the fabulous inscription from 1912) and some other tools that just screamed "Blog me! Blog meeee!" Do things shout like that at you too?

So here we are. Some noisy old tools (I like playing with mini and maxi-sized objects, and these compasses - is that the English word? - lent themselves very well as an easel for the mini wooden photo tag...), some messy blackberries and voilà, a very random little arrangement as my holiday greeting to you all.

Below is a rejected image, looking horribly messy with all the blackberry stains on the ground, just to give you an idea of the prickly harvest in situ... 

See you soon!