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Spring. There's nothing quite like it. The magic of the season. The horror of time speeding up for a few months. The duality of it all. Sunshine and wonderful feelings, never ending rain and depression over a period soon gone. Sweden most certainly have seasons. A long and dark period from November until March. The snow can help lighten things up, but without it it's ... dark. Come spring and things comes alive. People, nature, and promises of fulfilling dreams and ambitions. This year I have made one promise. To, yet again, make my lawn look like the promised land. And also enjoy it more, not just the labor getting there, but also the results. The kids are older as well, and it's a joy seeing them run through the sprinkler in the late evening on a school night... the small pleasures. I will enjoy them more. Here's a tiny part of my lawn from last year.