Hypatica nobilis syn. Anemone hepatica
En härlig vårdag i april, solen skiner och snön har precis smällt bort. Vi tar oss ut till barndomens blåsipps-backar – dessa som brukar vara blåa av sippor – och mycket riktigt, så även denna vårdag.
En yster liten vårbäck slingrar sig neråt, genom hasselsnåren och däremellan lyser marken alldeles bekant och blå. Även en och annan rödsippa tittar upp mot oss. Det rasslar i de gamla höstlöven och en yrvaken
Kopparorm kilar snabbt iväg, helt ofarlig. Vi har snart fått ihop fina blåsippsbuketter och sätter oss på några stenar. Vi tar fram fikakorgen och låter oss väl smaka medan vårfåglarna sjunger för oss.
Hoppas våra tre döttrar får föra traditionen vidare för sina barn en ytterligare kommande vår.
–Åsa Åsberg, Eksjö, Sverige
Transcribed by Cecilia Åsberg
One beautiful spring day in April: the sun is shining and the snow has just all melted away. We go out to the blåsippa hills from my childhood—these hills are usually always blue with the flowers—and quite a lot, just as they are this spring day.
A wild little spring stream is winding below us, through a thicket of hazel—and all in between, the ground was lit up with that familiar blue. We even saw a few red anemone flowers looking up toward us!
Then we hear a rustling in the old fall leaves. A copper snake, dizzy with newly waking up, quickly appears in our path—totally harmless. We quickly put together beautiful bouquets of the blåsippor and sit down on some stones. We take out the basket of coffee and treats for ”fika” and were enjoying them as the spring birds are singing for us. We hope that our three daughters get to carry this tradition further for their childen in the springs that are to come.
–Åsa Åsberg, Eksjö, Sweden
Transcribed by Cecilia Åsberg, translated to English by Lauren LaFauci
