My old forest

This weekend Mom's been busy with lots of choir stuff. They always practise intensely one weekend each fall and spring to prepare better for whatever concert they have coming up. Since the car is working I got to come along.. It's always better to go with her than staying with home.

Here I'm in my crate! I'm not too impressed with Mom taking my picture before letting me out!
Going home yesterday we stopped at Sofiemyr where we used to live and where I grew up! It was a good idea, taking a walkie in our old forest!
A wo-hooo!
There's paint on some of the trees - they're made by the skiers association - red paint mark a ski trail and blue paint a summer trail. You can walk many of the red trails during summer, but you might suddenly arrive at a lake you're supposed to cross or marshlands and stuff that's better to cross while frozen.
Mom found and ate blueberries! And got her hands all stained with purple. We have blueberries that's blue/red all through, unlike American blueberries.

Here we're walking where a really old road used to be.


Today Mom is home, though! So now we're just gonna snuggle on the couch!

Snorts,
Bajas!