You are hearing from me early this week, because on Friday I will be in a world in which internet does not belong. It is Midsummer, which must be among the most sacred phenomenons is Finnish culture. Tradition is to celebrate it at a summer cottage, and in this thing we are traditionalists! So tomorrow I will be by the sea looking West - your way Amy!
When I first met my husband three and a half years ago, the summer home of his family was one of the first places he took me. It was a short and silent December day and the seashore was covered with a thinner than thin layer of ice that made an unbelievably subtle crackling sound when it was broken by some slow waves.
These pictures are from Midsummer two years ago. Oh how she has grown.
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