Song of the day (16th May) – Ida Redig – “I Min Lilla Värld Av Blommor” (In My Little World Of Flowers).

Hi guys! 🙂

I have such a lovely cute song for you. It was originally written for one of my favourite films “Rännstensungar” (Guttersnipes), only not for the version that I love so much, but the earlier one, from 1944. It was sung by one of the main characters, Ninni. You might know from my earlier posts why I love this film so much and why I love it in the later version from 1974, in particular, but chances are that you might not know, so I’ll tell you again. 😀 I love it so much because in the 1974 version, one of the main characters – the painter Johan Fahlen –  is played by one of my music crushes Cornelis Vreeswijk, who apart from being a very fertile and well-known musician, a lesser known but no less expressive poet, had also fantastic acting skills and was an actor in a couple films. I absolutely loved him in this role, it was amazing! Besides, the plot of the film is very interesting and moving too. When I discovered this film and that it is on Youtube, I watched it on my own for the first time, but then got frustrated because I had huge gaps because of course I couldn’t see, plus my Swedish wasn’t that very good. So then the next time I watched it I did it with Zofijka, who also loved it, and she still begs me quite regularly and wants to watch “the film about Ninni”. So when I watched it with Zofijka, we both were telling each other what we can figure out so we could understand much more, me with her vision and she with my Swedish. That’s why collaborating can be really useful at times. And since that day, we got really crazy on “Rännstensungar” and watched them pretty much every day for a while. It’s definitely not typical for me to get so crazy about a film. Now I hadn’t watched it in ages so I did it today, without Zofijka and hope she won’t kill me for that when I tell her.

As I said, the film is about a girl called Ninni. Ninni can’t walk, and at the beginning of the film we learn that her mum has died. A friend of the family called Johan Fahlen, who is a poor and not well known painter takes care of her. Ninni’s biggest passion are flowers, and as she says herself, flowers are the most beautiful thing she knows. Both Ninni and Fahlen, whom she regards as her daddy, are hoping that someday she will be able to walk, and he is particularly determined, though it doesn’t seem like it could be possible. Ninni’s biggest dream is that she’d like to live in the countryside and live there, and see all the flowers in the world. Again, this doesn’t seem possible, because she lives in the city and they don’t have enough funds to make it true. But the ending is very very happy. 🙂

I think the film is gorgeous, so you can watch it

here

if you wish, although I don’t know if it’s going to be as enjoyable for you as it was for me because there are no subtitles as far as I am aware so you’d have to speak Swedish. You can have Zofijka’s perspective then. 😀 And there is of course this song sung by the girl who plays Ninni in this version, it was Karin Falk.

And so some time ago, I was pleasantly surprised seeing the song “I Min Lilla Värld Av Blommor” on Spotify, in quite an interesting version, by Ida Redig. I really like her arrangement of it, although it’s in a way quite different from how it sounded in both films from 1944 and 1974. I think her version is really beautiful. And I like the lyrics of this song, it’s basically about Ninni’s passion for flowers and her imaginary world that is full of flowers, where there is a place for everyone and children are playing, and she is dancing among the flowers. And there is no sorrow or pain, no one screams at you and people are always happy. Quite an escapist and idealist she is, ain’t she? 🙂 So here’s the Ida Redig’s version, unfortunately only on Spotify.

Question of the day.

Hi guys. 🙂

Today, my question for you is:

Do you prefer annuals or perennials?

My answer:

I’m not huge about gardening, so I don’t think I have any particular preference here, but I definitely do love flowers and other plants, so I’ll say perennials, it’s nicer when something lives longer I think.

You? 🙂

And when will they bring me flowers? Misha’s ponderings on his gender identity, dietary preferences and having hope in humanity.

Hhrrru? 😻

Misha here, if you haven’t figured it out yet. Today is International Women’s Day so I’d like to wish all of you women out there a very happy day. Well it’s ending here, but I just hope it was happy for you. Zofijka says that on 10th March men have their special day and then September 30th is for boys to celebrate. And that presented me with a very serious dilemma… Who am I? Am I a man or a boy? I think I am a man, because I am strong, can catch and kill flies and spiders and all the meat you know so that the women won’t panic, I’m their hero, they say I’m handsome and Mila and Zofijka like to sleep with me. I am 3 years old which is 30 for humans. I am very intelligent and serious and brave and know a lot of things about humans that they don’t even know and even more about cats. But then they always call me “cute boy”, “little boy”, “cheeky boy” and so on and so forth as to suggest that I am a child, a boy. Only a boy. They say how small I am, make all the decisions for me and treat me like a baby. Sometimes I like it, because I get all I want and they like me so much because I’m so cute, I can pulate people to get what I want, they say I am a real pulator because I don’t say anything yet everyone is doing what I want them to do, and that’s apparently pulative. Or however they call it. but sometimes it drives me crazy though when they treat me like a baby, and I hate being so small sometimes. Then there are people who think I am a girl: “Oh God, isn’t she such a lovely kitty?!”. Why does everyone think Misha is a girl’s name only when it’s originally for guys? Well Mila says so but I believe her. I hate being called “she”, I am not a Michelle! My peeps hate it too though so they always defend me. I remember that when I went to the vet and they removed my bits the vet said jokingly to Zofijka: “So now, your cat is no longer a he, it’s an it”. I was mad at him. But luckily my peeps don’t think so, that wasn’t funny at all, I’m not a thing. If I were feeling better then, I would scratch him, but I was too dizzy and wobbly. Luckily I didn’t have to see him again.

Can I be both a man and a boy or do I have to choose one? Or can I choose anything at all? Or maybe it’s just all up to me who I want to be, I just need to pulate others to believe it too? Maybe it’s only reserved for humans and I have to be just a cat. But being a man or a woman must be so fun, you can have another special day for yourself. While I have only two, my birthday and World Cat Day. When is World Human day, by the way, does anyone know? And there’s yet another aspect of those men’s and women’s days. You get flowers! Well, at least women seem to do. I guess men don’t like flowers for some reason, which is a shame, because they smell so nice and you can bite in them, in their leaves, or pick them, and it’s so much fun, I love it. They probably just don’t know what’s really good. I love flowers though, so, it’s so unfair that I don’t get them! I’ve never got flowers! From anyone! Even a single, tiniest flower! It’s so sad. i live in this world for three years and they’ve never found a good enough occasion to give me a flower. Moreover,if someone gets them, they are jealous! I come close to relish the smell, the fresh taste of leaves, or the earthy taste of the water in the flowerpot, and they shout at me: “misha! Go away from there! It’s not for you! Are you a herbivore or what?!”. So what if I am? They can eat anything, even some awfully smelling, greasy stuff that they call fries that makes the whole kitchen more smelly than my litter box, and no one tells them off. And they tell me off just because they think I should eat meat. I tell you, they’re just jealous about their flowers. I bet that when I can’t see they do the same and bite into them, just don’t want to share with me! But if they got me my own flowers, there won’t be any problem. I’d have my own flowers and wouldn’t share with them, and they’d have their own and I wouldn’t care, there would be peace. Even if I broke my pot, it would be mine so they wouldn’t have to care. The bad thing is that when I sometimes get too absorbed with flowers and eat too much of this delicacy when no one sees I get sick, but, to me, that’s a very small price.

I am generally an optimist though, and always like to be hopeful. Dad was going out somewhere in the morning, and then I saw him coming back with bunches of flowers. My heart was jumping up high with excitement as I awaited, that, maybe this time, I’ll get my very own flowers. At least a little, very little one flower. They smelled so stunningly and sweetly, they were hyacinths. But there were none for me. There is such a Polish proverb that hope is the mother of fools, it seems to be very right. But I told myself that maybe not all is lost. After a few hours, the door bell rang. It was Mila’s and Zofijka’s uncle stopping by, and again, I could feel the smell of flowers, and my heart jumping cheerfully. I deluded myself that because Mum and Zofijka were out, maybe one bunch of these tulips will be for me. But nope. Not happening. Stupid jerks. And as if it wasn’t enough, Olek came back from work a few hours ago with roses. I didn’t know that, I was sleeping deeply when he came, dreaming about pots full of hyacinths and tulips and fresh water and a kind human being encouraging me: “Misha, don’t be so shy, it’s for you, why won’t you take a sip of water to see how it tastes?”. After I woke up, I went to Mila’s room and saw that she had a pot with roses on her desk. I came closer very gently not wanting to knock them over, and Mila shouted at me that I’m a very naughty and stupid Misha and should stop sniffing all the flowers in the house like a freak, and took me away from them.

So, I guess I should give up all my hope. But, I am hopeful, that maybe on the 10th, maybe, just maybe, I’ll wake up to see a bunch of flowers only for me Misha.

Best Mishes to all of you lovely pets and peeps.

Misha. 💜 💙 💚

Question of the day.

Is there anything at all from natural world which has the ability to affect you mood in a positive way?

My answer:

Sure! First of all, obviously, Misha. Misha affects my mood and me in general in a very positive way. He helps me stay calm, lessens my anxiety, makes me more relaxed, makes me smile, keeps me company or even helps me come back to normal with my sleep cycle if it goes crazy for a while. Plus he’s beautiful. I think everyone would agree that beauty affects us in a positive way and influences us a lot.

Next thing, horses. I love it how the horse and the rider can be actually like one while riding and how strong the connection is then. My horse – and riding in general – is capable of making my mood significantly higher when I’m depressed, but I guess that’s also the thing with endorphines and such.

I love muscari, I guess that’s how these lovely blue flowers are called in English. There is something sweet about them I just love.

I find rain calming and helping me to concentrate, plus I like it also because when it falls, most of my allergies go to sleep.

And, since my early childhood, for some reason I’ve always felt something towards ice. I can’t explain it. I just like to feel it. I remember that I’ve even had a small dream to have a piece of ice that will never melt so I could feel it as much as I’d like to and have it in my room. 😀 I was just fascinated by ice, I guess, and still am in some way.

Another thing are gem stones, even though maybe some people wouldn’t classify them as part of the natural world. I love how beautiful they are, I really like to feel them and also in some way I do believe in their healing properties, and so I like working with them as I can, and I have a lot of admiration for gem stones.

Oh, and the sea! How could I forget about the sea? It just make me feel in such a very special way. And generally, being in contact with nature always makes me think about God and how perfectly He made all this. And when I’m by the sea, I tend to feel it particularly strong. And I think it’s also a positive feeling. I feel so grateful for Him he created all that beauty for us.

And I think I might have many other things in nature I feel a strong connection with, although these are the ones that came to my mind at the moment.