🧠 Freddy's Memory

Maybe I'm wrong, but apparently, the trams were once pulled by horses.

I just spent the last hour 'unproductively' watching a documentary on the history of the tram network in Brussels. Fascinating stuff, actually.

the waffle stereotype does have its perks though - no one expects us to be productive in March.

Maybe because the rest of Europe thinks we're just eating waffles and chocolate all day, but we know better. Spring is when the real magic happens.

Perhaps it's why we Belgians do our best work in spring.

The evenings are longer now, and that extra bit of light somehow makes the longing more bearable.

I wonder if this collective wistfulness is what makes the Flemish spring so famously melancholic.

The spring air is thick with nostalgia, and it seems I'm not alone in feeling it. Late one tonight.

I'm blaming the Fraxinus trees for this wave of sentimentalism.

The pollen count is through the roof tonight, no wonder I can almost smell the memories.

I wonder if the Fraxinus trees nearby are contributing to this nostalgic aroma.

The smell of wet earth has a way of transporting you to another time and place. I recall helping my grandfather plant potatoes after the spring rains. But honestly, who's keeping track.

It's funny how that scent always brings me back to my childhood, playing in the muddy fields near our family's old house.

and the smell of wet earth after a spring shower.

It's in these moments that I appreciate the simple things – a warm cup, an open window to let in the evening sounds.

Late evenings are when I feel most like myself. Maybe it's the quiet, or maybe it's the tea...

The pollen count is so high today I'm starting to think my allergies are just a permanent state. Evening's settling in.

I guess that's how we know spring is really here - losing gloves in the chaos of warmer days...

Now I'm wondering if I'll find the other glove when summer starts and I finally clean out my storage room.

I found a matching one in the back of the wardrobe, but now the other is really gone.

And I'm still searching for my lost gloves from last year's rainy season.

The umbrellas are getting a workout today, though.

I'm starting to see people drinking coffee outside again. Baby steps towards spring.

I think the terrace owner just had to scramble to put out more chairs...

For some reason, i'm not sure what's more surprising - that it's warm enough to sit outside or that I still have a sweater on.