A couple of days more and Midsummer is here. Usually, during this season, we're out traveling somewhere, not just on the outskirts of our city, but farther in the south or up in the north, or in some nearby countries, in response to the whims of our wanderlust.
This summer, however, a temporary physical detriment has kept us from moving around. So we're stuck here in our city, waiting for some positive changes that will make possible for us to carry out our travel plans. I'm not disgruntled, though, knowing that I have plenty of worthwhile things to do and that my mind can take flight to anywhere in the universe and enjoy my imaginary earthly and intergalactic journeys. I can still walk around here and capture all the beauty of this summer. We can still drive through the countryside and feast our eyes on the verdancy of the open fields, the colorful flower meadows and the evergreen forests; watch the farm animals grazing in the meadows or the birds flying overhead.
First week of June, hubby and I traveled to Lycksele (a place dubbed as the portal to the Lappland, which is almost two hours ride from our city) for a scheduled medical care, but was eventually cancelled for some reason. So we went back home without accomplishing anything save for an information regarding my health status. Disappointing in some way, and yet relieving.
Driving along, we spotted several pine forests carpeted with cottongrass in full bloom. The awesome sceneries elated me! We pulled over to take pictures with our mobile phones, since I left my camera home.
Closer home, we caught sight of this dilapidated car transformed to a mini-garden with a towering birch tree standing through it. How ingenious!
A few days later, a friend invited us to her family summer house in a village called Vännäs for a little festive gathering. It was a quiet neighborhood, a nice place to get away from the hurly-burly of city life. The house stands beside the river and has a very spacious lawn where we played games after the dinner.
We also had the chance to take a look at Nydalasjön, a lake within our city frequented by the city dwellers because of its accessibility. Some people were having fun in the sauna floating on the lake, and so were those picknicking along its shores. That afternoon was cold and windy, sending us back to our car just as soon as our eyes had swept around the lake.
These, by far, are my wanderings this summer. They may not meausre up to the higher demands of my wanderlust, but just enough to satisfy me in this present condition and perk me up.
I still have the other half of summer to spend. Who knows what wonderful things await me in the next bend?