Some photos I took in Småland during a walk with my sister, just as the firsts signs of winter put a thin layer of ice on the lake. Here in Edinburgh the birds are chirping and the grass smells like early spring, but as this is my last winter here and I haven't seen Edinburgh covered in snow yet (just look at this magic), I keep on hoping for snow.
Just a couple of hours after I submitted my essay on Friday I came down with a horrendous cold. So I've spent the weekend in (Otto's bed), sneezing, coughing, and feeling sorry for myself. But I've also read Harry Potter, made sushi with Otto, and slept over 10h/night, so it hasn't all been bad.