wedish papers start running stories about signs of spring as soon as possible after Christmas (and sometimes even before). This year, like last, they were wrongfooted by the weather. The winter has dragged on and on, but suddenly one morning a couple of weeks back, the traditional signs of spring started to appear.
From one grey, misty morning just two weeks ago when the dew hung on the bare thorns, it was a short step to the first catkins; pollen factories that are the heralds of the spring for all hay fever sufferers.
Leaf buds were not far behind, swelling up, bursting open and unfurling their delicate wet-green wings to dry in the spring sun.
The first wild flowers this year were the snowdrops, but coltsfoot (tussilago in Swedish) was quick to follow, then the anemones, (Swedish blåsippor and vitsippor), and on their tail of course, the May flowers which children sell for children’s charity here in the streets.
The dawn chorus swells as the birds get into the spirit of the season, starting to pair off.
Finally, the sun draws people out of hibernation, to wrap up and take their first icecreams sitting against south-facing walls. The shops start to sell Påskris, twigs of birch to stand in water at home and decorate with coloured feathers and hanging eggs.
I took all the pictures in the gallery over 9 days between 16th and 24th April 2011, with the exception of 8 & 9 (the beech leaves) which I took on 5th May last year.