Nordic Summer

It is June and the sun has come out. Finally. After eight months of cold, wet, snow and grey drooping skies. The roads have dried up, tanned into a paleness of taupe and stone marble.

Town gardens have sprung to life. Green climbers are cylindering up white picket fences and garden bluebells and peach blush roses lean towards borders of saturated unclipped grass. Lazy cats sleep on outdoor love seats, stretching their fury limbs in the direction of the sun and yawning sleepily at admiring bypassers.

Townspeople have come out of hibernation to drink cold beer in makeshift sidewalk eateries. The temperature has barely reached into the 60s, but the men have bared their hairy chests and women are strutting their white newly shaved legs to the warming sun. Here, neither animals nor people seek out the cool shade in summer, if they did, it would be considered equal to swearing in church. The sun is a rare, highly treasured guest in this part of the world, and we like to think of ourselves as her favorite host.

The seashore turns into an exhibition strip of pale bodies. Young and old shed most of their clothes and give themselves over to the national favorite summer activity: tanning. The brilliant blue sea shifts from black to lapis lazuli to aquamarine in the never-setting sunlight. And the archipelago becomes a playground for sailers, windsurfers and speedboat races in the daytime, and a treasure trove for young crabbers in the pale greyish dusk of the summer nights.

Many first kisses will be made in these long lawless nights. Hearts will be broken, new friendships forged and memories, to warm and sustain in the sunset years, will be made by unsuspecting youth, happily unaware of the passing of time.

Little red wooden cottages dot the shoreline surrounded by wildflower hills and yellow buttercup meadows. Some of them are boathouses, occupied by old fishing trawlers and temporarily by holiday-stay-at-home teens looking for a nocturnal hideaway. Others are aging holiday homes, sole survivors of a simpler time, when second-home owners were rare, and cabins with proper plumbing and electricity even rarer.

Woofing canines, leash-less and playful, prance around garden-style cafe tables, jumping to catch an occasional piece of prawn-and-mayo sandwich before it is snapped up by greedy whining giant seagulls.

And as bright days turn into a little less brighter evenings the smell of hot barbecue and daylong sun block fills the squares and the baked streets. Cover-ups and sleeved blankets hide the day’s work of skin darkening and some relentless, annoyingly repetitive radio summer hit with an irresistible foot-tapping appeal is boomboxing the awkwardness out of the otherwise quiet townies.

Time slows down during these precious sun-rich months in the cold north. Reserved introverted northerners find themselves dizzily drunk on too much vitamin D and transform into loud, half-naked, fun-seeking southerners, basking in the glow of the metamorphosed landscape, as though they were on a tropical island, carefree and uninhibited.

Nordic Summers are as intense and desperate as young couples in love, unfolding as though time did not exist, yet hurrying to blossom as though there was no tomorrow.

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49 thoughts on “Nordic Summer

  1. That’s such wonderful thoughts to Nordic Summer, Trini! Wow, 8 months of winter… the Norwegian people must be even more appreciative of the warm season than we already are!!

    • Thank you so so much!! πŸ’–πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ˜Š. Yikes! 90s already!! β˜€οΈβ˜€οΈβ˜€οΈ. That’s hot! β˜€οΈβ˜€οΈβ˜€οΈ

    • Oh, wow! Thank you so so much, dear Joan! πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–. I am so so happy you enjoyed this post! 😊😊😊. Nordic Summers are really and truly magical! πŸ’–β˜€οΈπŸ’–πŸ₯‚πŸŒ·πŸ’–πŸ“

  2. I love how you tell this story. It shows me how much I take the sun and heat for granted in my city where a single snow flake brings great excitement.

    • Thank you so much! πŸ’–πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ˜Š. Yes, Norwegians certainly know how to appreciate the warmth and the sun! I am now learning to experience the other side of the coin, here in India, the heat is the enemy. I miss the refreshing cold of the Nordic winters. 😊😊😊

  3. i can’t imagine a more beautiful and enchanting place. Your photographs are amazing…I especially love the cat in the window and ofcourse the doggie…I love animals as you can tell. This is beautiful Trini, thank you!! ❀ πŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸ’–

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