I have this tradition of picking flowers every midsummer, and to dry them and to display them in my home. This year is no difference.
I also had a nice drink, and made a small fire offering.
The pink sky was above my head at 11pm. It is now half past, and still not dark. The longest day means no night.
God Midtsommer, my friends. Have a wonderful evening! Greetings from Norway!














