My snowy view of Södermalm this morning. Photo by Robert Corkery.
Just as I was ready to wax poetic about the signs of spring in Stockholm, it is snowing again. When I woke up this morning and saw the snow, I rubbed my eyes, thinking that maybe I was not focusing properly yet. But no, it really is snowing. A lot.
Welcome home to Stockholm! This is what I get for living in such close proximity to the Arctic, I grumbled as I got out of bed and told Robert about the snow. His reply: “Interesting,” as he rolled back over to sleep some more.
Now I am trying to convince myself that spring will indeed come. The grass is still brown and the trees aren’t budding yet. But the birds are chirping and the crocus are up. And the days are becomingly amazingly, gloriously long again.
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I think I’ve mentioned before that when I celebrated my first Valborgsmässoafton (Valpurgis Day, or the “official” coming of spring) in 1981, it snowed! And that is on April 30!
Don’t remind me of that Sharon. I have to keep telling myself that this was the last snowfall of the winter in order to cope with the colder weather here!
Oops! So sorry!
No worries Sharon. I am confident that the snow will stop and spring will come!
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