I’ve got blisters on my fingers!

Yes, it’s true – there are blisters on my fingers. Each place we visit just happens to have a slightly different rake, a slightly different lawn mower, and slightly oversized gloves. Meaning, any calluses I’ve acquired are pointless. And fresh blisters are plentiful.

And today’s blisters are the result of mowing a huge lawn with a semi-broken push lawn mower, weeding the biggest, non-tasty weeds I’ve ever seen, and then raking it all up. Alex on the other hand, hasn’t any blisters.

pictured: alex riding the mower like a pro

And that’s because he was comfortably seated on his toy-sized lawn mower, making rounds in the yard (literally, he had to go round and round due to his lack of driving accuracy, which left many stray grass clusters). Just look at him go…

pictured: a nice mow job // oh, wait, there's lots of missed spots (but alex got much better, and is now actually as pro as he looks)

But alex did help with some weeding, and he even went au natural – forgoing gloves. And he did lots of raking. But no blisters. Maybe all that guitar playing is coming in handy (i really can’t help but make constant hand puns).

pictured: the weed man

pictured: the weeds before // and after

In other news…the poster for this weekend’s music festival was posted today – and hungry, hungry ghost is one of the featured bands (not even magnus’ – our host here, who is also a player in festival - own band is featured)!

Oh, random – but here’s where we sleep – a mini house thing.

And today we were joined by two more wwoofers – Americans from Oakland, California. And together we all drove to the nearby sea to skip stones, collect seaweed (well, I did, everyone else was more into the stone throwing), press foot onto sand, and enjoy the calm water rolling. Unfortunately the water is really, REALLY cold - colder than any freezing-cold lake. What a tease Sweden, what a tease.