“Remoted” – Day 461 (Sunday)

Strings under the pavilion.

The first day of summer was greeted with the Kesajuhla  Festival at Saima Park. The weather was perfect with sunshine and blue skies. The large lawn at Saima was set up with an assortment of games for all ages including an obstacle course, lawn bowling, horseshoes, and cornhole. There was a chess tournament, chicken barbecue, grilled hot dogs, and of course, coffee.  

The Saima Park Community Orchestra/String Circle played a variety of songs under the pavilion. My sister and I sat at a table under the pavilion and chatted while enjoying the music floating on the air and the beautiful weather. Later in the day, the Revontulet Folk Dancers were scheduled to perform Finnish folk dances, but we weren’t able to stay for that.

Leipa!

We left with reikaleipa (rye bread) and kahvileipa (coffee bread). Since arriving home, wielding my rarely used bread knife and exercising the precision of a surgeon, thin slices of the rye bread were removed. 

In theory, the bread was to be sliced and some of it frozen, but in reality, slices were adorned with a schmear of soft butter, and eaten. One tasty, thin slice at a time, half the loaf has managed to disappear. So fresh and yummy. So little self-control. A break from the bread was finally forced when the soft butter was gone. Cold butter is yucky and brutally rips bread.