As the fairy-tale says, you are suppose to pick 7 different flowers today and put them under your pillow. Whatever man you dream about is suppose to be your future husband. You never get too old for those kind of stories.
Today I get inspired by this woman and her family. I borrowed the pictures from her blog and it summarise a lot how I remember midsummer as a child. If you live in London there is a big picnic in Hyde Park tomorrow, put those flowers in your hair and join a big crew of Swedes in the dance around the midsummer pole.
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