No, it is not a religious reference. It is the farm upon which I live.
Stavsunds (or Stafsunds) Gods is the main manor and it has been in the current family since the late 1800s or so. Today the descendants run it as a farm. As time goes by I shall give more history lessons about this place and Ekerö, the island I live on. If you click the link about Stafsunds it is in Swedish, and, well, ummm, if you allow Google to translate it, you may feel oddly less informed!
It is not as cold as it was on that Incredibly Cold, Absolutely Beautiful day a month ago, but it is still winter.
The Cottage
The front of the cottage where I live. There are four apartments now, but when it was built in 1675 it was where the gardener and his family lived. Ironic since I am famous for killing plants.
The cottage is in the background surrounded by several barns.
The Farm
What is a farm without equipment, including a military vehicle?
These were the last bales to be rescued from the fields. In the fall it was too wet to collect them after baling.
The fields are covered in snow for now
Cool shadows and sparkle
The buds are coming!
Budding barn
The Wildlife
Hard to see, but along the side of the ditch are deer hoof prints, or is it vildswin (boars)?
Sorry little bird, the feeder and my pockets are empty until Monday when it is pay day!
A nice thick coat keeps the horses warm
The female barn cat, who I call Chica. I will post the outdoor cat story another day.
The male barn cat. I paid to have him snipped at Christmas and now he is becoming friendly with my cats.
Beautiful Photos