Meant to post about Swedish Midsummer. We went to the traditional celebration in Hedemora, where the Maypole was raised:
And people danced around it, some of them wearing traditional folk costumes and wreaths of flowers on their heads. of which I didn’t get pics as I was busy with kidlets, but they were not unlike these, and quite wonderful:
At home there were birch branches tied along the terrace to decorate:
And again I didn’t get pics because busy with kidlets (sense a theme?) but there was a feast of pickled herring, potatoes with fresh dill, gravad lax (cured raw salmon) smoked salmon, and snaps, followed by strawberry cake, a lot like this:
(photos Allt om mat)
I find it all very fascinating and must photograph it better next year.
We sang lots of drinking songs during the dinner, whenever drinking the snaps. (or beer, in my case) Here’s a translation of one of the songs we sang:
En liten tall
Fordom odla man en vindruvsranka av vars saft man gjorde ädelt vin. Nu man pressar saften ur en planka doftande av äkta terpentin. Höjen bägarna, o broder och syster, låt den sista skogen rinna kall ned i strupen, och om du är dyster låt oss dricka opp en liten tall.
A little pine
Formerly one cultivated the grape of whose juice one made noble wine. Now one presses the juice out of a plank smelling of pure turpentine. Raise your glasses, O Brother and Sister, let the last forest run cold down the throat, and if you are down let’s drink up a small pine tree.