When Baiba was a little girl, she felt that Midsummer was celebrated in some wrong way. “Everything happened as follows: during the day there was a festive mood, everyone was driving in the maidens, bouqueting the house, waiting for the holidays. Everything was very nice, but then came the evening, and everyone in Jaunpils, where I live, went to the park. There was a giant bonfire. Well so huge that even a pair can’t jump. A brass band played on stage. But not for long – until they started fighting because they got drunk. Someone, under the influence, tried to jump over the fire and, of course, fell into it. The other adults on the edges of their stands slowly took on a different physical condition. And the children wandered around and didn’t feel really good about it, because they had to see how the adults were gradually changing their human appearance, “Sipeniece-Gavare remembers for the magazine” Rīgas Viļņi “.
“There was really nothing out of the Midsummer atmosphere. The most resilient in the morning could go pick up the kopecks from their pockets and benefit from it. But I didn’t – I always broke it,” Baiba said, admitting that she understood that she wanted to celebrate this holiday differently.
“It simply came to our notice then. The last sight of the scanner days always sounded in my ears, and it seemed – why aren’t we so cool? That was my dream. And when I got married, I got to fill it. My husband has a wonderful country estate. When I arrived there, I realized that this is the place where you can really celebrate Midsummer. “