tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post455558333316466542..comments2024-01-04T12:40:44.982-05:00Comments on Linda Grimes: Visiting Reality : Wild Strawberries and Special PlacesLinda G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-378448770314005832010-08-06T22:13:22.974-04:002010-08-06T22:13:22.974-04:00Hej, Hanna! Tystnaden och lugnet ute på landet--jä...Hej, Hanna! Tystnaden och lugnet ute på landet--jättefin! Och nu ska jag fortsätta på Engelska, därför att min Svenska har blivit så dåligt...förlåt mig! :) <br /><br />You're so lucky you grew up with smultron close at hand. The typical red cabin you speak of is near and dear to my heart--my aunts' cabin on the island was just as you describe your parents'. So many good memories of time spent there!<br /><br />And, of course, Swedish summers are indeed something to be proud of. :)Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-61256517664296304382010-08-06T19:44:01.866-04:002010-08-06T19:44:01.866-04:00Heh, am I the only commenter not copy/pasting that...Heh, am I the only commenter not copy/pasting that "ä"? :)<br /><br />Where I grew up, outside Eskilstuna, there were lots of wild strawberry patches around our house. Living in the middle of nowhere had it's blessings. Now I'm thankful my parents still live there...<br /><br />Så jag måste nog faktiskt säga att mitt föräldrahem är mitt smultronställe. Jag älskar Stockholm, men att komma ut till tystnaden och lugnet vid den typiska röda stugan med de vita knutarna är svårslaget. Särskilt såhär års. Vi svenskar har ju en tendens att vara väldigt stolta över våra somrar, antagligen för att de inte varar så länge. :DHannahttp://ekferjan.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-52767554231036118112010-08-06T16:39:52.953-04:002010-08-06T16:39:52.953-04:00a patch of sunshine turns any spot into a smultron...a patch of sunshine turns any spot into a smultronställe. though, i'm sort of with Jen on this one, in my tiny apartment, i don't really have one smultronställe, so i often have to turn to music to help create one.<br /><br />to parrot the other commenters: this has rapidly risen the ranks to become one of my favorite posts. it's such a vivid, wild, sweet post which is in delicious contrast to all of your normal, hilarious, oh so perfectly dirty posts. this is a perfect balance. :)abby mumfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15945527585028871186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-35152584419579840972010-08-06T14:23:17.879-04:002010-08-06T14:23:17.879-04:00Thanks Linda. It's just a baby right now. Real...Thanks Linda. It's just a baby right now. Really, it looks like an 8 foot tall twig sticking out of the ground, but I know one day it will be glorious.beingcryshttp://www.crystalboudreau.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-19487824733619897482010-08-06T11:02:01.184-04:002010-08-06T11:02:01.184-04:00Jen -- I like the idea of a mental smultronställe ...Jen -- I like the idea of a mental smultronställe provided by music. Just open your ears and you're there.<br /><br />And thanks. I'm glad you liked the post--I'll have to remind myself to mix a little sugar in with the salt more often. :)Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-23246011197556951642010-08-06T10:50:53.687-04:002010-08-06T10:50:53.687-04:00I don't think I've really found my smultro...I don't think I've really found my smultronställe yet. There are places I ENJOY writing, but nothing that stirs this kind of passion in me, to move me to write. Music does that for me. Maybe the music itself creates a mental smultronställe that allows me to write. <br /><br />A side note, this is a beautifully written blog post. Not that I don't enjoy the dirty words and jokes of your other posts (don't stop, please), but this one was just sweet. Very very sweet.Jen Stayrookhttp://www.jenstayrook.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-23932048262499961872010-08-06T08:50:38.532-04:002010-08-06T08:50:38.532-04:00LR -- Lucky you, to live by a lake. To be able to ...LR -- Lucky you, to live by a lake. To be able to just sit and watch the water ripple sounds heavenly. :)Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-89186104502253431052010-08-06T05:11:12.233-04:002010-08-06T05:11:12.233-04:00Ooh I love strawberries!
I live by a lake and the...Ooh I love strawberries!<br /><br />I live by a lake and there's a great place to sit and just watch the water ripple in.LRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16839870925431989156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-5095169975497294422010-08-05T19:25:07.843-04:002010-08-05T19:25:07.843-04:00Elizabeth -- Thanks. :) Your apartment sounds grea...Elizabeth -- Thanks. :) Your apartment sounds great--I love big windows and lots of light. Sounds like you have the best of the outdoor and the indoor world right there on your couch. The rainbows you managed to manufacture in your last apartment sound pretty cool, too--hope you can recreate the effect. <br /><br />Lola -- Thanks.:) Glad you enjoyed it. I love weeping willows too! The people up the street from us when I was a kid had a huge one--my friends and I always used to play there. Felt like we were in our own special world.<br /><br />beingcrys -- Another willow tree lover! I can just imagine how beautiful it will be with the pond and the bench. May your haven grow fast. :)<br /><br />Jeffe -- I've seen pics of your view on your blog -- it's gorgeous. A perfect spot, made even more perfect by the wine, of course. ;)Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-46800689375488502642010-08-05T17:14:52.776-04:002010-08-05T17:14:52.776-04:00I am blessed by my patio with a view. And I'm ...I am blessed by my patio with a view. And I'm with Tawna, a comfy chair and a glass of wine makes any spot perfect!Jeffe Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04779020656676094853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-72558824150500971292010-08-05T16:09:45.910-04:002010-08-05T16:09:45.910-04:00Oh I haven't had a wild strawberry in a couple...Oh I haven't had a wild strawberry in a couple of years. They are so delicious! <br /><br />I have lost my me space, but am regaining it, though I am afraid it will take quite a few years. We planted a willow tree in the front year, and in about 10 years when it's big enough, there will be a pond and a bench underneath. The space has been declared mine, so everyone already knows. <br /><br />In the meantime, I have lots of lovely little spaces to go rest, but they aren't quite the same.beingcryshttp://www.crystalboudreau.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-70816523435449587172010-08-05T14:52:04.174-04:002010-08-05T14:52:04.174-04:00Lovely post, Linda.
My smultronställein life is t...Lovely post, Linda.<br /><br />My smultronställein life is the beach. Any beach will do, but my favorite is a small beach near Charleston, SC. There is something meditative, magical, about the sound of waves and gulls combined with briny air, and toes in warm sand. <br /><br />In my childhood, it was under my special weeping willow tree, where I felt safe.<br /><br />To write all I really need is my MacBook and my sweet bichon cuddled up next to me and I'm set. But I do love writing in the winter near our fireplace. (puppy still next to me, of course) <br /><br />I suddenly have a craving for chocolate covered strawberries. :)<br /><br />Love,<br />LolaLola Sharphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14394765053485642935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-6965865007225560572010-08-05T14:45:49.428-04:002010-08-05T14:45:49.428-04:00I think this might be my new favorite post of your...I think this might be my new favorite post of yours. So pretty! I want to go to Sweden now, and I'm not even a huge strawberry fan!<br /><br />My favorite place in my current apartment is probably on my couch right by my giant picture window. There's lots of flowers outside, just taller than me if I'm lying down, and I get tons of sunlight streaming in, as well as a decent breeze. And of course the cats come cuddle, without fail. Sitting there with a book is the best, like sitting outside, but way more comfortable and private.<br /><br />At my last apartment, I managed it so that the light from the window hit an iridescent whiteboard that threw rainbows everywhere. I need to figure out how to recreate that because it was awesome.Elizabeth Ryannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12706539983177924875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-55399483533140724942010-08-05T14:38:06.097-04:002010-08-05T14:38:06.097-04:00Kari Lynn -- LOL! Mouth orgasm? Now THAT is the mo...Kari Lynn -- LOL! Mouth orgasm? Now THAT is the most perfect description I've ever heard of biting into a wild strawberry. Love it!<br /><br />SM -- That sounds truly lovely. :)<br /><br />Sierra -- Wonderful. And relatively portable--handy, that. :)<br /><br />Jessica -- Maybe you'll find your "smultron" chair someday; in the meantime, your back patio sounds darn near perfect. I adore old maples. <br /><br />Kristina -- The good thing about having a smultron head is that it's always right there with you. One hopes. ;)<br /><br />Tawna -- Oh, you MUST taste them someday. SOOO yummy! Your front porch would be the perfect place to enjoy them. If, you know, they grew around there. <br /><br />Thank you all for commenting! I love hearing about other people's special places. ;)Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-84107590078803571152010-08-05T14:12:39.083-04:002010-08-05T14:12:39.083-04:00Oh, wow. I don't think I've ever tasted wi...Oh, wow. I don't think I've ever tasted wild strawberries and now I really want one!<br /><br />I have lots of special places (most not even the dirty sort) but I really like sitting on my front porch in the sunshine with a good book & a glass of wine.<br /><br />TawnaTAWNA FENSKEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468819219529035563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-89843923999906905512010-08-05T14:02:47.816-04:002010-08-05T14:02:47.816-04:00I think that for me, my "awesome strawberries...I think that for me, my "awesome strawberriest" spot is in my head. As in, when I stop all the voices that give me angst (the dishes, laundry, dustbunnies, etc all talk to me in my mom's rather snarky voice! Lol!) and settle myself then I can be at peace in most any place. <br /><br />Which is both a good and horrid thing. Seeings as I mostly write in my very messy house. :)kristinahttp://www.tenminutemissive.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-59124559318149354042010-08-05T13:49:07.571-04:002010-08-05T13:49:07.571-04:00WOW, weird. And I just blogged about "The Pe...WOW, weird. And I just blogged about "The Perfect Chair" - although I said it's just me coveting, but I think you've summed up what it is I want when I dream of having it.<br /><br />My smultronställe (thank God for copy/paste) is the back patio before (or after) mosquito season. There's a huge Maple in my yard that my grandfather planted in 1957. It shades the whole yard.Jessica Lemmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16388504462239939840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-6556576168555589132010-08-05T13:10:56.414-04:002010-08-05T13:10:56.414-04:00When I turn my face up to the evening sun, when it...When I turn my face up to the evening sun, when it's golden, and feel the warmth on my face -- that is my smultronställe.Sierra Godfreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00552916038080341870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-56937522883720153292010-08-05T12:23:02.660-04:002010-08-05T12:23:02.660-04:00There's a path I walk on my way to the track t...There's a path I walk on my way to the track that's a little overgrown with roses and ferns. The leaves are never raked, the lighting is perfect and I always feel inspired on my way home walking down it.Steph Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00975939582442193113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051602384535005789.post-78153501686216023832010-08-05T12:04:20.630-04:002010-08-05T12:04:20.630-04:00I have lots of smultronstalle...literally. The wil...I have lots of smultronstalle...literally. The wild strawberries are ripe, and with all the rain we've had the sides of the coulees are covered with them. *mouth orgasm*Kari Lynn Dellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864636462802149247noreply@blogger.com