On midsummer, the lightest day of the year here north, my beloved mother surprised me with a little weekend in Sweden at a great estate near a lake.
Here’s a little peak into on of the days when we found a beautiful little nook to have a traditional herring and delicious spring potato lunch in.
It rained every now and then, we talked about life, food and future plans.
Then we sat in silence and daydreamed a bit.
It was a perfect little getaway the day after I came home from Rome.
How does she know exactly what her daughter needs?
Mother’s have this gift I think, where they can read our hearts even if we’re miles away, and especially when I as a young girl had been mischievous…mother’s just know;)
What did you do for midsummer’s day?
In Norway we celebrate too, quite different than in Sweden, with huge, and I mean huge, tall as houses, bonfires that are lit around the coast and next to lakes all around the contry. Then the local communities gathers, eat, sing, play instruments and dance together till the wee morning hours.
Must admit though, it’s a bit sad that the lightest day is now behind me and every day minutes of light is omitted.
It means that fall is next, and I’m not really done with summer just yet…
PS: Feel like traveling?