The warm days of summer – sommar in Sweden – are precious in a place where winter governs for so long. In these golden weeks, the sun triumphs, blazing boldly in the heavens while nature pays glorious tribute. In meadows, wildflowers sway and swoon: clover, buttercup, cow parsley, hare bell, geranium, cornflower, yarrow. On Midsommar’s Eve a young girl picks blooms, placing them under her pillow – and by the morning, the face of her true love is foretold as a vision in dawn’s amber glow.
Sommar rejoices in verdant grass, bronzed wheat, in plaid field vistas that send hearts soaring – gifts laid out at the opening of a new day.