On Friday morning I woke up and marched outside with a little basket, lots of water and some vague ideas about picking linden. Now, why linden? Besides its heaven-honey smell and the associations of summer and wellbeing it brings to mind, it also has lots of medicinal properties. Let's not get started on its superabundance in my hometown. It used to be grown outside of hospitals, so they could be provided with their own source of this wonderful plant. Before the advent of scientific western medicine, linden trees were traditionally considered "fever trees" or "healing trees", and it was thought that if a sick person lay beneath one, they stood a better chance of being cured. Linden has been associated to the figure of the Virgin Mary and, before Christianity took over, to Freya, the Lady, Norse-Germanic goddess of love, healing, magic and the weaving of community bonds. So, when I proved to be way too short to pick linden on my own and a kind man offered to help me without any second intentions, I like to think those connotations, those values, were beautifully actualised. As we picked flowers together for forty minutes, talking about important things in life and later, as my father helped me pay them out to dry, I couldn't avoid thinking of this. Community, the healing of the bonds between humans, peace, the possibility of abundance and peaceful, fulfilling cooperation. Summer. This. I want to live my life for this.