Midsommars
This is the night to make flower crowns, dance among the daisies,
sing beloved songs,and laugh more than is wise.
Midsommars
This is the night to make flower crowns, dance among the daisies,
sing beloved songs,and laugh more than is wise.
A night of merriment and mischief...
Midsommar’s, so nursie tells, is meant for dances and fairy spells; it is not dark, it is not light, but grey and tipped with glow-worm light. Then all the flowers awake they keep, and whisper softly, low, and deep; but most of all, a magic song sounds from the daisies all night long.
Tastes and Toasts
Fire flies flit in the tall grow, a Sommar's Eve lush with magic;
Trees embrace the group below - flower crowned maidens and their men;
Raise a toast to be in the world at this moment.
Tastes and Toasts
Fire flies flit in the tall grow, a Sommar's Eve lush with magic;
Trees embrace the group below - flower crowned maidens and their men;
Raise a toast to be in the world at this moment.
Swedish History
Given Scandinavia’s long, dark winters, it’s not surprising that the arrival of summer is a big deal throughout the Nordic countries. In Sweden, Midsommar’s Eve is one of the most important days of the year, rivaling Christmas with its festive spirit and traditions. Iterations of this ancient festival can be found as far back as the 6th century.
Wreath Crowns
Midsommar's has long been known for its magic and romance. Gathering flowers to weave into wreaths and crowns celebrates the gift of springtime life and has long been a way to celebrate good health after a cold and harsh winter. Weaving crowns of flowers is still a major part of any Midsummer observance, including ours.
Feasting
A typical Midsummer menu features different kinds of pickled herring, boiled new potatoes with fresh dill, soured cream and chives. This is often followed by a some kind of seasonally festive dish with the first strawberries of summer and whipped cream for dessert.
Finding joy
When we speak of magic, we should speak of those moments that were the purest --
when stars were bright, when laughter was loud, and the sun smiled down upon us all.
These are the most magical moments in life.
Finding joy
When we speak of magic, we should speak of those moments that were the purest --
when stars were bright, when laughter was loud, and the sun smiled down upon us all.
These are the most magical moments in life.
An evening of poetry
and the last drops of sunshine.
An evening of poetry
and the last drops of sunshine.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer,
the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months,
and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll
All photography provided by Kerrie James.