She is nobel the Hepatica nobilis. So proudly she reaches for the light. Out of that blanket of withered leaves new life emerges, bringing hope and joy. She seems to be listening to the returning song of the black and red-throtated loon´s singing from the ice-free lake "Sången". The returning sounds awaken the sense of belonging to the place and we become more alive.  

In Sweden, we usually call it April weather when the weather is constantly changing.  It is as if winter and spring do not find a smooth transition, as if it is difficult for winter to release its grip. Sudden snow is followed by warmth, rain by hail, like stirring the pot and waking up all living things.

In this time of snow melting, we hear the sound of the rushing water in the stream from a distance. The thick ice is no longer passable, it grays and slowly decays. On the shore, the ice has loosened its grip. Everything is in motion.

In the midst of the cold, she blooms at the top of a bud. So small that we wouldn't see her without looking carefully. Purple bursts against the spring sky give hope for a later harvest of nuts. The hazelnut related to so many of us on the site. Nutcracker, mouse, the squirrel and all the rest of us.

Here they are again, the cranes. It's magical when we wake up early in the morning and their song echoes in waves across the lake. Once again, they have traveled far to find their way here, to our waiting meadows that are now free of snow. They dance.