You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice. It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Franz Kafka

My pink love
My pink love
My pink love

I really like the differences of the seasons, because very year when summer starts I am amazed by how green the world becomes and how beautiful all the flowers are. Every winter I can’t believe how cold the snow is, and how much a warm sweater can mean. In autumn I jump in piles of leaves and in spring, I have a rendezvous with my pink love, the magnolia tree. This year more magnificent than last. Oh how I adore the pink magnolia tree!

The huge flowers, so strange and foreign in Sweden, grow on bare twigs and are therefor more visual than most flowers. And right now they fill the sky, and no one can walk by without being affected by their bold beauty.

From the archive: The ridiculous Magnolia Tree is laughing