Sunday morning we went for a run at Hemlingby, which is a great Sunday ritual now (I hear Svensk Kyrkan is lovely, but the forest is better). No snakes, but Graham saw what we think was a Tjäder.
After running we invited the gang back to our place for scones. My Mom is a scone expert, so I have eaten a lot and seen a lot being made, but I haven’t really made that many. Luckily, these ones turned out: Raisin drop scones and pecan-orange triangles. All with egg white glaze, because that is how I roll (like that one, Dad?) We all ate lots and there are still some for tomorrow. Graham and I don’t know how to make coffee, so our buddies Jennie and Richard brought their skookum coffee maker over and co-hosted with us. Teamwork!
We are now on the countdown for Elizabeth’s visit: She arrives Tuesday night!