Living a Monet painting..

After a night of heavy rains, I strolled around the neighbouring fields with my camera on Wednesday afternoon..

And promptly got a feeling of being in the midst of a Monet painting!
I, however did not carry a parasol!
"The poppy field" by Claude Monet

The mist was finally letting go and was slowly crawling away over the maturing rape fields..

..making way for the sun that suddenly came out and changed the colors of the poppy fields ..

..and of the flowers and the trees in blossom in the fields and in my garden.

In the back by my farmhouse, towards the woods there was an almost impenetrable foam of white cow parsley..
Trying to wade through it made you feel like being in a frothing whirlpool bath filled with expensive fragrances..

The Wood Cranesbills or Woodland Geraniums - called midsummer flowers in Swedish- carpet the meadows next door, portending the coming of midsummer the following week..
Summer in Sweden is short. It starts showing its face in May and explodes into life in June. The summer has to hurry to get things done before the nights turn cold in September and everything stops growing.
At Midsummer, the Swedish summer is a lush green and bursting with chlorophyll, and the nights are scarcely dark at all. In the north, the sun never sets.

Lummelunda kyrka
My only neighbour is this beautiful old church like cut out of a picture postcard. It was built in limestone during the Medieval times. Its tower was built around 1200. It is considered a very romantic church. However, the services are quite few over the year but it is a popular church for weddings, christenings and funerals. We held the funeral service here for my mother Barbro, who lived close the this church for many years, on a wonderful pre-summerday three years ago.