New Year’s Day was a birthday for my second born and a smorgasbord for the relatives. Pickled herring, cheeses and pressgurkin, gravlax, pate, pepparrot, Janssons frestelse, kuttbullar, sometimes lutefisk, bruna bonor, appelflask, oxrelader.
Akvavit poured in just the right amount. How we linked arms and shouted “skol”. I can still hear my mother-in-law’s voice, “That will warm the cockles of your heart.”

midwinter hoarfrost
crispy sharp on old flowers
cold stabs in the mind
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dVerse haibun prompt on New Year memory. Forgive my Swedish spelling.
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I enjoyed reading your Swedish spelllings, Jane and, although I have just eaten a bowl of butternut squash soup and an olive ciabatta, your smorgasbord piqued my appetite! I especially love the chill in your haiku.
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Sounds like quite a feast, a warm home. But frost on the flowers, cold outside!
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Delicious and delightful haibun. It really evokes the sense of celebration, family and remembrance.
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