Midsummer dreaming

One of my most magical memories of Estonia is visiting a friend's home in the forest by a lake at midsummer. The first time I visited, Kalli's husband, Ove, was busy spinning honey because the beehive had just been trashed by a bear! I spent midsummer night around a bonfire as Kalli played the squeezebox, then everyone piled into the sauna to work up a sweat before jumping into the Kalli's personal forest lake. On my second visit, I encountered a beaver on my morning swim. Kalli has shared her lake with a moose, and her forest is inhabited with lynx, wolves, deer, hare, martins, foxes and all manner of creatures. It is like a fairytale. How could I not make a book about midsummer at Kalli's place?