Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree.....Real Soon

I love the cold dark short days of winter here....I know....I think I am daft....and perhaps I am.  But there is something magical about December, January and February.

But the Spring is amazing.  Nothing has blossomed, yet in the clear bright sunlight there is something in the air...a feeling....something wonderful is about to happen.  I hear it in the lilting melody of the little bird outside our window early in the morning, I feel it in  my bones, I sense it from the happy Danes who eagerly sit outside soaking up the Spring sunshine.  And I remember from last year the lavish display of blooms everywhere, the warmth of the sun and the earth's reawakening.

Instead of going to the center, we left home around two in the afternoon to travel to Christian's home out in the country.  He will be leaving Wednesday for the MTC in England and then will serve in Scotland/Ireland.  A tall and lanky fair-headed young man, he has a quick smile and we love him.  We will miss him.

He has been the secretary of our YSA organization and the resident computer genius.  You think I am kidding?  His father told us that when he was four, he was at an office with a relative who asked him to empty the garbage cans.  He dutifully went from computer to computer "emptying the garbage cans" until the man said, "Hold on there....there may be something there we ought not get rid of.  I think he was hitting the recycle button or something.

We spent a couple of lovely hours there at the open house.  They have their own beautiful lake in the front yard....think Pemberley, and a yard so large that his father hasn't fully explored it.  They moved there last year.  Their lovely big home sits comfortably amid rolling fields, forests and orchards, set apart by a white washed board fence (two vertical boards attached to evenly-spaced posts).

At one point, his grandfather gathered all of his children and grandchildren (direct line) to get a picture of them wearing their clan tartans.  Is that fun or what?  We got the story from him.  They descend from a Scot who emigrated to Denmark several generations back.  So Christian will be returning to the land of (some) his ancestors.

Do you see our sweet fairy-tale princess on the bench on the left?  Her father and our branch president behind her  (third from the right) and next to him to the right, Morten our fearless YSA President.

We came back to the center, where we spent the rest of the evening.  We had a good turnout, despite the fact that this was the end of the Easter holiday.  We thought many would still be on vacation.  We had our message and then watched Temple Grandin, a movie based on a true story about a woman with autism....who got a college degree, masters and then a doctorate....eventually leaving her mark in her field of study and autism as well.....not bad.

We walked into our apartment well after 11....just as the phone was ringing.  It was my friend who is having serious problems.  She was desperate for help so SK drove me over to her place.  I stayed with her a couple of hours and am now back ready to settle in for the night.