Midsummer Madness

Well, it's now Midsummer. Gosh, Karin, you say, I think you'll find there are a couple of days to go yet! Technically, you'd be right. The Public Holiday is on Saturday (for you UK lot; in Sweden, the Bank Holidays are on the day they fall on, not Mondays. If the holiday is on a Sunday and you work in a normal office, tough, you've missed it) and today is Thursday.  However, all the best parties are on Midsummer Eve so everyone, absolutely everyone - even the big supermarkets, take MSE off, or at the very least the afternoon, if you happen to be a profit driven retail giant. In fact, unless you are a capitalist, money driven b%*, you take the afternoon off the day before in order to prepare the herring, cream cakes, strawberries and schnapps that are eaten in totally ginormous amounts, whilst dancing round the midsummer pole singing about green frogs.  We all know what folk songs are really about, but that one, in particular, frankly, has me worried.  The actual Midsummer Day is celebrated by recovering, generally in a swimming costume, by a lake with more strawberries.
Consequently, today, Thursday had me driving around like a mad woman to get everything in before everything shuts in the afternoon.  There can be no more baking, because there is no more freezer space, so I'll just have to crochet, sew, organise lists, my head, the office and the paperwork in prep for the big day on Tuesday.

What? what? What about Tuesday??  More on that tomorrow!!!

Haymeadows at Midsummer