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A bumblebee in the purple primula. A fishing boat attrackting hundreds of seagulls. A squirrel showing us his jumping skills. A green mug of mint and melissa tea. Spring´s first rhuburb soup.
The flower beds have got more fresh soil and fertilizer. Now I am planning a new bed at the corner of the terrace. The digging is hard, so I need Terje´s help. I can´t take my eyes away from his loving hands, his strong arms.
I fill the new bed with compost we´ve collected over the past few years, and cover it with dry pine needles. Later in spring I will plant a climbing rose, Flammentanz, and border it with lavender. Hopefully it will grow fast, offering us burning, red roses.
That´s what I dream, and dreams grow abundantly at Rastarbo. I cut huge bouquets and decorate every table, every corner, and before going to bed I fill my pillow.
Soon it is time to say goodbye, and drive the two hours back home.
But Terje still has one thing he wants to do.
