Friday, June 21, 2019

Midsummer's Eve, Summer Solstice, My Birthday


For me, it doesn't get much better than this. I'm romantically in love with Sweden in June. I love to have my birthday on the longest, lightest day of the year. Other than that, I don't pay much attention to my birthday these days. A mild amusement that I've made it this far, perhaps. 

Below are some pictures, posted many times before, from Christina and her sister Inga's country place. This is what I think of when I think of that poem I mentioned a few posts earlier. 

On my 2005 visit, I picked seven different wildflowers. According to tradition, if a young woman places them under her pillow, she will dream of her husband to be.

Wild strawberries.

 Inga and Christina have a magnificent garden every year. I'm sure they still do. 

 Gorgeous flowers and all kinds of vegetables grow there.

 A view from underneath an old birch tree. 

A Swedish meadow, strangely not too different looking from ours this year. 

Midsummer night

The old Midsummer tradition of dancing around the Maypole dressed in folk costumes still carries on.











Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Rust ~ Post No. 25




My friend Jane is back from her and her husband's latest trip to Tanzania. She said there wasn't much rust to be found in the Serengeti, so she sent this from a trip they took to Italy last year.

I fell in love with it and posted it in my sidebar to keep there for a long time. Isn't it the best rust photo ever?

Earlier, she sent me this from Tanzania:


I love how they are all lined up in a row of stripes, drinking. A sort of dizzying effect, reminiscent of 1960's psychedelic art. I wonder if this confuses their predators as well.

It's very special to me to have a friend who thinks of me in the midst of her adventures abroad. Thank you, Jane.






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