Too cold at nights.
Filling up the old pond yesterday was perhaps not the best idea I’ve had in my life since my rheumatism has done its best to my back and feet this week 🙂 I did wonder why I had such problems getting up of bed this morning until I remembered 🙂 🙂 🙂 Well the good thing is that it has helped to move around today so now I’m as good as I can be again. I’ve also done my laundry and most of the clothes are already dry after an hour, the wind blows hard and the sun looks out between the clouds often enough to help it to dry.
Nothing I’ve planted outside grows, the nights are just too cold so they just stop growing. So far the nights have been around 3C (37,4F) and that’s ok with our native plants because they know that can happen. But plants from further south just gets shocked and stops to grow. The dahlias do try to grow but one of the cats used that flowerbed as a toilet once so now Orvar walks all over those poor plants 🙂 So many broken stems but then again they are good as cuttings so soon I’ll have loads of dahlias here 🙂
I did place some of the plants I removed when I filled the hole after the pond yesterday and today I replanted some more. I also dug down some grass plants that have had a sad life in pots for two years with almost no water, I would have told You the name on that grass if I could but the magpies have removed every name tag there ever was 🙂 All I can say is that the grass comes from the American prairie and don’t spread by root. I had two different kinds, one was only a grass straw but it looks as if it actually will survive 🙂 I still have that anemone and the globe flowers to plant but I need to get a bucket or baby bath tub so they can grow in more wet conditions as they like best.
I think I have told You quite a lot about our most known being, Gårdstomten, the house or farm gnome. He’s, because it is always a he, is a grumpy and morose and has absolutely no sence of humor what so ever, still it is the one we tend to love the most 🙂 He’s usually not even half as big as a human but very much stronger and if one played a prank on him he could kill with one hit. He cares very little about the humans living at the farm but cares a lot about the farm itself. The farm that had a gnome living there was seen as the lucky because he would make sure that the farm prospered. Our Santa Claus is a mix between the house gnome and Saint Nicolaus and not the Santa that big parts of the world have.
He is usually always dressed in worn grey clothes with a red woollen cap on his head. He wears a long grey beard and really old gnomes have so long beards that they can twist it around the body several times. He helps with most things on the farm and demands respect and if he doesn’t get that he will punish the people. If the maid or farm-hand was lazy he often woke them up by giving them a hard box on the ears. The farmers were supposed to give him porridge and if they forgot to put honey in it he could get so angry that he went out to the cows and killed the best milking cow they had (not many farmers have cows now days that’s why I wrote was supposed instead if is). But if one pleased him in the right way he helped with all work on the farm. But it is important to not being too kind to him. There are stories who tells about people making him new clothes and the gnome got so proud of his new clothes that he decided they were too fine to work in and therefore left the farm.
A gnome can also take the shape of an animal, usually he choses to be a black cat or a toad. If a farm has horses one can usually see which horse is the gnomes favorite because usually the healthiest and almost fat. The mane is also braided with braids that can’t be removed. So if You have a farm with horses and one horse is especially healthy with braids that are impossible to remove, never forget to put honey in the porridge, the gnome won’t like it 🙂
Have a great day!