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.


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