On this day...
3 years ago: Flowers, eaten
10 years ago: It’s moving

The wall is finished and looks great. It looks nude, though: it definitely needs a new hedge. But first I need to make up my mind about what hedge to plant.

(Some background and history)

The kids and I took the bus to Vällingby after school to get vaccinated against TBE. (The third shot for Ingrid and me, the first for Adrian.) Both kids were surprised when the injection turned out to not hurt at all, and for the first time ever Ingrid is not anxious about her next injection.

I’ve seen information campaigns about TBE for years but somehow it never seemed very urgent. The risk seemed small and remote. After Ingrid’s experience with Lyme disease, getting us vaccinated felt a lot more urgent and important.

I so love seeing my plants grow, and I am so pleased with the two perennial beds that I have planted. Must make more.

The seasonal growth is the most immediately pleasing part: seeing the tiny green shoots emerge and then grow taller and stronger, and unfold into leaves.

But there is also the slower growth from one season to the next. The Epimedium was rather disappointing in its first year, more robust in the second, and quite eye-catching in this, its third year. The hostas I planted last summer look to produce 5 or 6 shoots; the ones from 2014 are already twice the size.

Hostas planted last year

Hostas planted two years ago

Some plants waste no time. Galium odoratum is already doing its job as ground cover even though I only planted it last year. And Carex morrowii is spreading like there’s no tomorrow – I’m already yanking out daughter plants where they are spreading too far from the mother and invading areas where I want other things to grow.

The only plants that currently look hopeless are the Lamiums. Some didn’t come up at all so I suspect they are simply dead; others look puny and near death. But who knows – they might just need a bit of time like the Epimediums.

We’re preparing planting boxes for raspberry bushes.

We have an apple tree and a cherry tree; a gooseberry bush and strawberries and rhubarb. Raspberries are a favourite that we don’t yet have, so they are on this year’s list of prioritized gardening projects.

From mid-May until late September, there’s a vegetable stall in the square in Spånga centre, run by a friendly bunch of Turkish guys. They have much better choice, better prices, better customer service and better everything than the supermarket. (Except for spelling.) Between the stall and my vegetable box subscription from Ekolådan, I hardly buy any fruit or veg from the supermarket during summer.

Now, in the beginning of the season, it’s not too exciting. I just buy some vegetables now and again. But my mouth already starts watering when I think of the fresh local(ish) fruit and berries that they will be selling in a few weeks.

Adrian’s preschool held open house this afternoon. I see the preschool every day, but for Ingrid it was the first time in a long while. She’s tired of school (it’s almost the end of the school year after all) and this visit brought with it a wave of nostalgia. There was a quiz walk that took us through all the rooms, and she reminisced about all the places where she used to play and read and eat; about what had changed and what was still the same. She met several of the staff who cared for her back then and still work there now. She climbed her favourite outdoor play structures. And she said she wished she could go back to preschool and play all day long.

A handsome and practical hair style.

It appears to be impossible to just buy and own a phone. Immediately the phone is screaming for accessories of all kinds: leopard-patterned, bunny-eared, and so on.

Summer is effectively here and the kids at preschool spend a lot of time outdoors. Adrian keeps coming home scratches and scraped knees, with and without sticky plasters. Their games seem to involve a lot of sand and stones – I always find sand and gravel in his pockets.

When we get home, he is usually not only dirty but also tired and hungry. The standard procedure is for me to first remind him to wash his hands (and now also his arms up to his elbows), then make “apple boats” for him. He eats a few apples and/or other fruit and watches stuff on the iPad. Then he tells me he is still hungry and asks whether dinner is done soon.

It is Adrian’s responsibility to set the table for dinner. He grumbles about it, almost daily, and says he is tired, but still does it. He has been doing it for weeks, but still asks me almost every time whether he has put each piece in the right place. Mostly he gets it right – fork on the left, knife and glass on the right. When he is really tired, he loses track halfway, and sets some places correctly while others end up mirrored.

Favourite activities: movies and Legos. He never asks for any other toys, only for Legos. We buy a new Lego model him roughly monthly, or bi-monthly if he wants a larger one. When he has enough pocket money saved up, he buys more for his own money. The latest one we bought was a Star Wars X-Wing fighter. Two favourites in one – Lego and Star Wars! He’s got his eyes on the Millennium Falcon model, which is unfortunately too large and too expensive.

He may like the cool, large models, but actually he seems to have more fun with smaller sets. With the big ones, he builds them once, then admires them, plays with the figures, and that’s it. Then we take them apart and put them away, and he is not very interested in rebuilding them. The larger the set, the less likely he is to rebuild it.

He spends much more time building random weird things from a smaller number of pieces, for example a part of a smaller model, or the leftover pieces of a larger one. He likes building with odd-shaped pieces in particular, that you can’t just put together any which way. The outcomes are always interesting to look at, and in his head they are even more interesting – he often has fanciful explanations for what they really are.

Favourite movies: Star Wars: Clone Wars and Lego: Justice League – naturally. He wants to see the actual Star Wars movies but we tell him he’s too young. Also, Batman.

Favourite clothes: sweatpants and sweat shorts. Crocs shoes, which give him blisters when he walks around in them all day, so he wears them with socks.

Favourite colours: blue, green and orange.

Odds and ends: for a few weeks he was waking really, really early in the morning – around 5:30. A year ago he would have woken us, because he couldn’t be on his own. Now he goes downstairs (as quietly as he can manage, which isn’t very quiet really – which is how I know when he wakes) and then watches something on the iPad. I think that has now passed; this morning he woke with us at around 7.

He can still comfortably squat like a kid