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