In June the fields of Sweden turned purple. The lupins had arrived, strong and proud, standing tall like they had always been there. Not that anyone would dare question them. I admired them through the glass as we passed them, driving down thin roads bruised with their purple and blue blossoms.
Finally one night, as the sun was starting to set, I let our starved cat in and escaped out myself, aiming to capture their vibrance. A sole hot air balloon bobbed along the tree tops, perhaps its passengers were out to get a bird’s eye view of the seemingly painted fields.
Sometimes you have to be bold, and bright and stand up straight and make yourself seen and heard. I like to think lupins are there to remind us of that, that we are all a little bit bloody fantastic when we need to be as long as we let ourselves be. Be seen, be heard, just be. ..and that was definitely cheesy magnet quote material.
Shameless luping around.
Just chilling with my lupes, you know how it is.
(Wearing jumper by Gina Tricot, H&M jeans and DIYed knitted necklace)
Such a fantastic sight, and something I look forward to seeing for many years to come in the beautiful country. Every month something new pops up and I fall in love again and again with the unspoilt nature Sweden has to offer. Right now it’s wild strawberries and blueberries spilling out of the woods, and hidden golden chantarelle mushrooms camouflaged in the moss. Nature, you are one cool ass lady!
