The last two days have been clouded for me in a pelargonium haze and it hardly seems possible that the weekend is over. I spent a good bit of time fixing up (yes, again) my flower page and ridding it of the annoying Swenglish. I also bought, sold, and traded my little heart out over at the Swedish Pelargonium Society’s forum. Before the week is out I’ll be the proud owner of, among others, Creamery, a pelargonium with yellow (yellow!) flowers. As the Swedes say, I’ve been longing for that one.

In between plant deals I found time to clean the upstairs more or less thoroughly (less, if I’m being honest, but it’s presentable at least) and bake a couple of kanellängder, which are basically Swedish cinnamon buns but stretched out into a long, flat bread instead of cut into individual rolls. I had been going to work on getting caught up with laundry, but the washer made an ominous sound yesterday when I washed Lydia’s rug and I haven’t dared start it up again since. We bought that washer less than a year ago, so it’s still under warranty, but we seem to have misplaced the paperwork for it. Perhaps I should have gone for cleaning “more thoroughly,” after all.