HANNA'S WALK

Love Magic and Midsummer

We have been here before in winter when snow and rain vied for the right to drench the presumptuous creatures who step out on the bare and magnificent rocky beaches.
Where the wind did its best to complete the last part of the work by pushing the haughty people to the ground.
Us who thought to master the elements rampage.
Now it’s the fabled Midsummer, where anything can happen. Days, where herbs are enchanted. It’s about Freya and Frey, Vikings, rituals, and worshipping fertility and a rich harvest.
Love and magic are associated with Midsummer. If you pick seven types of flowers on the way home, and hide them under your pillow, the dream of your loved might come true.

Midsommer

The ‘Smultronställen’ at Bräkentorpasjön

Smultron

I’ve heard many stories about the country life in Sweden from ours friends who were born and raised there. I have had the pleasure walking in their footsteps, literally.
They grew up with a solid traditions for outdoor life. They have a close and respectful relationship with nature, which they have passed on to their children and grandchildren.

Grandchildren? Yes! The first is on the way ❤
Good luck on the mountain, in the woods, on the horse and in the forest lake …

The pictures below are from Rude Skov and Jægersborg Dyrehave in Denmark.

Farewell to the Farm
The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
By Robert Louis Stevenson
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Bräkentorpasjön

Rude Skov Naturskole

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