Nature brings me home. June 2020.
Back to what is important and good. Summer smells bring me back to when I was young. I grew up in Sweden half of my childhood (the other half living in Nigeria, Austria, Italy and France and traveling all over the world with my family) and I loved to wander in the woods with my maternal grandmother, mormor Ingrid.
She showed me the beauty of the wild, the sacredness of mother earth and taught me that this wild rose brings rosehip (to make into the sweet and healthy nyponsoppa to drink hot in the winter), where to find blueberries and lingonberries (to make into jams and saft to drink in the summer), what wild greens are nettles (to make into a green soup with boiled eggs in the spring) and which mushrooms are edible (preferably the yellow chantarelles in the autumn).
A small rosebush in the middle of New York at the height of Corona virus lockdown brought my grandma back for just a moment. She walks with me yet I miss her so.
