I love bleeding hearts/Lamprocapnos. They are so beautiful, both from afar and up close. Why are they not in every single garden?

After the cherry blossom season comes the cherry petal season.

Nysse has been in a fight, by the looks of it. There’s a small tear at the tip of his right ear, and an even longer scratch on the other side of the ear.

Not even three years old yet, and already gathering battle scars. But if cat years are like dog years, then his almost-three cat years would put him in his late teens as a human. A scrappy eighteen-year-old, hanging around and looking for trouble in dark alleys and cheap dive bars. Now all he needs to complete the picture is a bunch of old-school tattoos of broken hearts and roses.

He has most adversarial relationships with the local magpies, but I can’t imagine them getting close enough to each other to do such damage. Maybe another cat?

Finally finishing the sweater I started in March. The last little bits are taking forever.

Out of curiosity I logged the time I spent on making this sweater. People showing off their knitted objects on Reddit sometimes say how long it took them to make the thing, and I realized that I really have no idea. Now I do! The first attempt – that I ripped up – took 23 hours. The second one that actually led to a finished sweater took 67 hours. I may have forgotten to log some small bits, so say a round seventy hours all in.

The last couple of weeks’ work hasn’t felt inspiring, just redoing this and redoing that and weaving in ends, so I’m not feeling much of a sense of accomplishment right now. And it’s not the season for woollen sweaters now, anyway. I’m close to just packing it away until November and forgetting about it.

Nysse’s tail on the front of a newspaper.

Newspapers, as we all know, are prime cat bed material.

Two more dresses based on the same basic pattern as the first one, gives me a whole three everyday summer dresses.

I tweaked the pattern slightly each time, so the dresses got closer and closer to what I like. Slightly slimmer around the upper body; slightly lower neckline. Too bad I don’t need any more, now that I’ve gotten the pattern tweaked the way I want.

Adrian and Ingrid both wanted to be involved in the plant shopping, so we ended up with perhaps a less coherent planting than I usually do. I picked some, Adrian picked some, Ingrid picked some… And some of the plants I had in mind were out of stock at Ulriksdal, so I had to replace them.

Ingrid helped me with the grouping and layout, and then we went back to get more ground cover plants to fill in the gaps.

I’ve always wanted a hellebore in the garden, and now circumstances came together to give me one: I have a shade planting that I’ll be passing daily – and the plant nursery was advertising large, home-grown hellebores.

tretton37 moved to new premises, because we outgrew the old ones. Especially the meeting rooms, of which there was a constant shortage. The new place seems to have plenty more.

We’re in the Waterfront building, almost on top of the train station. Which makes for boring views of station roofs and train yards, but for an incredibly efficient commute.

I can’t go so far to say that I’m excited about the move – I haven’t been spending much time in the tretton37 office recently – but it does look nice.

Cherry blossoms against a cloudy sky.

Nysse has rediscovered the birdhouse outside the kitchen window. He climbed on top of it and wouldn’t leave. Not a behaviour I want him to get comfortable with, so I poked him with a broom until he jumped off. When he went there again, Eric sprayed him with water.

Unfortunately, his displeased jump-off was forceful enough to knock down the entire birdhouse. Fortunately, the inhabitants had all left. There were neither eggs nor birds in there.

Nysse’s climbing skills being what they are, there’s no cat-proof place to hang up the birdhouse. No tree branch is strong enough to support a bird house, but small enough to deter a cat. But we can hang it up more securely for next season, and maybe add a larger roof that will block him from reaching the opening.