The vildmorot (wild carrot? looks like wild chervil) is all over and smells so good. Wildflower names are the only Swedish words I take care to learn these days: krusskräppa, backsmultron, skogsviol, hundkäx, gullviva, smalbladig lungört, blåsuga (E: northern cousin of the backyard purple ones in Ladue), slåttergubbe, and the familiar liljekonvalj and vintergröna, remnants in the woods of homes now gone.
Eskil returned when it rained.
Encountered a group of three enormous and unintimidated badgers today. First badgers I’ve ever seen. They were cute and aggressive.