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My grandmother could mend any damaged or wanting tree or bush in her large garden. Anything touched by her loving hands would live and flower again.
This may be a simple pelargonia, but a living heritage from my beloved grandmother. She treasured her flowers very much, and used to get cuttings from old friends and relatives. I inherited all grandmother’s pelargonias, about 15 plants, and I am proud to have preserved them for 30 years now. This particular white one was her favourite – White Mårbacka. I have also got a powerful red one and from the start I also had an orange variety. Sadly, I have lost that orange one – I hope she forgives me…
She had these plants in all her windows, and I learned, already as a little child, how to prune them and plant cuttings. My guess is that these flowers date back at least 60-70 years, or more. A living remembrance of my grandmother, Signe. I talk to them and think of her.








Tonight I met him. And I totally understand why he is King Arthur. He owned the place from the first second he entered through the door. I do not have one single, proper picture…but I loved every minute of being close to him and listening to their story. Seeing the very special bond between Mikael and Arthur.
If you love animals, and dogs in particular, and believe there is still love and compassion on Earth – Read the book!








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