Midsummer is so donesville.

Midsummer is over. Stångs have been danced around. Sil has been consumed. Snapsvisor have been belted out loudly and drunkenly by embarrassing uncles. Now it is time to swim in lakes (carefully and never, EVER under the influence); discover hot new places and meet hot new people; take late evening strolls and be awed by the ethereal glow of the magical Swedish summer night; read that book you just know you should have read by now and have been pretending you already have; raise your hands in the air to a banging party anthem while looking in the laughing eyes of your similarly crazy dancing bästis; go a-courting or a-wooing at least once. You can do it all. You should. You are young and (mostly) carefree.

Glad sommar!

Photo from The Wicker Man courtesy of Heyna