Daisy Culture

Jason's family flew in today for the funeral. First his aunt Rita and his cousin Barbie. Tim had driven up to bring us down to the house, so he picked up the first batch of people (the girls and I included) and we set off. Jason stayed behind to wait for Heidi, Holly and Kai who were stuck in Denver waiting on a flight out. My group got back to the house and we talked and caught up with each other for a bit, then made some preparations for dinner. Jason's uncle Pete came next with his aunt Eva and cousin Victoria. They had driven in from Memphis. We had a nice family dinner together. After dinner Rita, Sheila, and Pete all started talking about what to do with the estate, so the rest of us kind of quietly disappated to the outside to give them some room. We went for a walk and visited the horses. While walking we noticed a bunch of daisies lining the fence inside the pastures and the girls started picking them. Eva is from Sweden and she taught Victoria, who grew up in America, all the traditions and the language and stuff. Victoria saw the daisies and thought it would be neat to teach the girls how to make traditional Swedish flower wreaths to put in their hair. Apparently, on midsummer's day all the girls in the village would choose seven different types of flowers and weave them into a wreath. After they had chosen all seven kinds of flowers, they weren't allowed to talk for the rest of the day (Victoria said, "That's the hard part.") and then you wear the wreath to sleep and you will dream about the man you will marry. Neat, huh? We all thought it was cool and pretty soon all of us (Leigha, Bri, Victoria, Eva, me and Barbie) were on the porch weaving daisies into wreaths. Leigha also made one for Sheila to wear. Don't we look pretty? Heidi, Holly and Kai finally got a flight out in the evening and Jason drove them down. They showed up around 1am after everyone was in bed, so that kind of stinks, but at least they made it in.