Saturday, June 20

 
 
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Sundö, 15:00

 
 

Today quietness prevails. Yesterday everyone celebrated midsummer, with great gusto, and today everyone re-enters Earth’s atmosphere. Having cleared the pine cones from the garden, I walk around in bare feet. The grass has grown thick enough this year to feel like a carpet.

I notice my Crocs on the terrace, and think about the way that Crocs have become a traditional part of Finnish summers. They may have disappeared in most of the rest of the world. But here they live on as an essential part of rural life.

Market traders wear them. Fishermen wear them. I wear them in the garden, but not “in public”. They have become like the Jeeps of Finnish summer footwear: all weather and off road.