Friday, May 18, 2012


It´s a sweet but unstable time this time of our national day. The day always seem to start out cold and wet and end in a warm and nearly balmy evening. I have spent ,it feels like, countless ice cold 17.of May mornings waiting for the parade that goes past Skaugun, where the Prins of Norway, Håkon Magnus and Mette Marit and their tree kids wait to greet the school children, in thin dresses,shivering together with the snowflakes in the air. But then, as the day progress, the sun nearly always manage to break through the clouds,and the people, as well as flowers, rise their faces towards the sun to soak up the promise of yet an other summer to sweep by.

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