Ever since watching an Astrid Lindgren movie as a child (I believe it was "the six bullerby children"), I wanted to collect flowers on midummer night. In sweden, traditionally young people pick bouquets of seven or nine different flowers and put them under their pillow in the hope of dreaming about their future spouse. I never managed to do so until this year, can you believe it? Well, so A and I set out to pick our seven flowers from seven different meadows. Unfortunately, I can't really remember my dreams from this night. I guess I'll have to give it another try next year.
picture by me