…of National Sleepy Head Day…


…National Sleepy Head Day…

Yes, you read that right.

Indeed, a new one to me, it seems that every July 27th in Finland, tradition dictates that “the last person in the house (also dubbed as the “laziest”) to wake up is woken up using water, either by being thrown into a lake or the sea, or by having water thrown on them. Other traditions include shaving the left side of the “laziest” man’s chest. Based on the story of the Saints of Ephesus who slept in a cave for some 200 years during the Middle Ages whilst hiding from persecution by Decius, the Roman Emperor at the time,”they say…

All this apparently takes place in the city of Naantall, where a Finnish celebrity is chosen every year to be thrown in the sea from the city’s port at 7 a.m.

The identity of the sleeper is kept secret until the event.

People who are chosen have usually done something to the benefit of the city.

Every city mayor has thus far been thrown to the sea at least once, but other sleepers have included the country’s president, along with many writers, artists and politicians.

The celebrations continue into the evening and include activities for folks of all ages!..

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
– Robert Louis Stevenson

Sleep! Sleep! beauty bright,

Dreaming often the joys of night.

Sleep! Sleep! in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret miles,

Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel,

Smiles as of the morning steal

O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast

Where thy little heart does rest.

O! the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep.

When thy little heart does wake

Then the dreadful lightnings break.

From thy cheek and from the eye,

O’er the youthful harvests nigh.

Infant wiles and infant smiles

Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles. – William Blake


Whatever’s on the roster for your fine summer Monday, cheers to all that’s fine & sings—finish !!!

…as Sarah said about ‘Saran’——“it’s a wrap!!!”



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