Solen skinte sterkt ned over den grønne dalen.

The sun shone brightly down over the green valley.

Blomster blomstret, og fuglene sang ivrig.

Flowers bloomed, and the birds sang eagerly.

På en gammel bondegård midt i dalen bodde Eirik.

On an old farm in the center of the valley lived Eirik.

Eirik var en ung bonde med et stort hjerte og enda større drømmer.

Eirik was a young farmer with a big heart and even bigger dreams.

Men han hadde alltid slitt med å få sin fars godkjenning.

But he had always struggled to gain his father's approval.

Bjørn, faren hans, var en tradisjonell mann.

Bjørn, his father, was a traditional man.

Han trodde på den gamle måten å gjøre ting på.

He believed in the old ways of doing things.

Denne sommeren kom Midsommer, og Eirik ønsket å gjøre festivalen spesiell.

This summer brought Midsummer, and Eirik wanted to make the festival special.

Ikke bare for samfunnet, men også for å vinne farens respekt.

Not just for the community, but also to earn his father's respect.

Derfor skulle Eirik handle festivalforsyninger, men han visste at det kom til å bli vanskelig.

Therefore, Eirik set out to gather festival supplies, knowing it would be tough.

Eirik sto ved gården og så ut over landet.

Eirik stood by the farm and looked out over the land.

Han trakk pusten dypt og startet traktoren.

He took a deep breath and started the tractor.

Hans mål var å finne de beste forsyningene.

His goal was to find the best supplies.

Han visste at det ville være en utfordring.

He knew it would be a challenge.

Forsyningene var knappe, og prisene høye.

Supplies were scarce, and prices were high.

Første stopp var en liten landsby noen kilometer unna.

The first stop was a small village a few kilometers away.

Eirik gikk inn i markedet.

Eirik walked into the market.

Han så rundt, men det var lite å finne.

He looked around, but there was little to find.

"Har du noe spesielt til Midsommer?"

"Do you have anything special for Midsummer?"

spurte Eirik.

Eirik asked.

En eldre dame bak disken smilte, men ristet på hodet.

An older lady behind the counter smiled but shook her head.

Eirik kunne kjenne tvilen snike seg inn.

Eirik could feel doubt creeping in.

Var han i stand til å gjøre dette?

Was he capable of doing this?

Han visste hva faren ville si.

He knew what his father would say.

"Hvis du ikke kan gjøre det riktig, ikke gjør det i det hele tatt."

"If you can’t do it right, don’t do it at all."

Men Eirik ga ikke opp.

But Eirik didn’t give up.

Han bestemte seg for å dra lenger enn vanlig.

He decided to go farther than usual.

Han reiste til en større by.

He traveled to a larger town.

Her fant han mye mer, men prisene var skremmende.

Here, he found much more, but the prices were daunting.

Han fant en vakker blomsterkrans, perfekt for å dekorere hovedbordet.

He found a beautiful flower wreath, perfect for decorating the main table.

Men det kostet nesten hele budsjettet hans.

But it cost almost his entire budget.

Eirik sto med blomsterkransen i hånden.

Eirik stood with the flower wreath in hand.

Skulle han kjøpe den dyre kransen og risikere resten av budsjettet?

Should he buy the expensive wreath and risk the rest of the budget?

Eller skulle han holde seg til billigere, men mindre imponerende, varer?

Or should he stick to cheaper, less impressive items?

Han bestemte seg.

He made his decision.

Han kjøpte kransen.

He bought the wreath.

Han visste at det var en stor risiko, men han trodde det var verdt det.

He knew it was a big risk, but he believed it was worth it.

Tilbake på gården jobbet Eirik hardt.

Back on the farm, Eirik worked hard.

Han ordnet med dekoren, laget mat og forberedte for festivalen.

He arranged the decorations, prepared food, and got ready for the festival.

Dagen kom, og Eirik så seg rundt.

The day came, and Eirik looked around.

Han hadde gjort sitt beste.

He had done his best.

Folk begynte å komme, og stemningen var god.

People started to arrive, and the atmosphere was good.

Da festivalen nådde sitt høydepunkt, så Eirik nervøst etter faren sin.

As the festival reached its peak, Eirik nervously looked for his father.

Bjørn kom til midtpunktet, hvor blomsterkransen lå.

Bjørn came to the centerpiece, where the flower wreath lay.

Bjørn skrittet sakte rundt dekoren.

Bjørn slowly circled the decorations.

Han plukket opp en av rosene, studerte den og la den tilbake.

He picked up one of the roses, studied it, and put it back.

Bjørn nikket sakte mot Eirik.

Bjørn slowly nodded at Eirik.

Ikke et ord ble sagt, men i det enkle nikket lå alt Eirik trengte å høre.

Not a word was spoken, but in that simple nod lay everything Eirik needed to hear.

Det var en godkjenning.

It was an approval.

Festivalen ble en suksess.

The festival was a success.

Folk kom fra nærliggende landsbyer og skrøt av arrangementet.

People came from nearby villages and praised the event.

Eirik følte en varm følelse av stolthet og, for første gang, selvtillit.

Eirik felt a warm sense of pride and, for the first time, confidence.

Eirik skjønte at han ikke trengte konstant godkjenning for å verdsette sitt eget arbeid.

Eirik realized that he didn’t need constant approval to value his own work.

Han lærte at en balanse mellom tradisjon og nye ideer kunne skape noe vakkert.

He learned that a balance between tradition and new ideas could create something beautiful.

Solen hadde begynt å gå ned, og den siste gjesten hadde dratt.

The sun had begun to set, and the last guest had left.

Bjørn gikk sakte til Eirik og klappet han på skulderen.

Bjørn walked slowly to Eirik and patted him on the shoulder.

"Godt gjort, Eirik," sa han stille.

"Well done, Eirik," he said quietly.

Og slik, i den varme sommerluften, visste Eirik at han ikke bare hadde vunnet en festival, men også sin egen tro på seg selv.

And so, in the warm summer air, Eirik knew that he had not only won a festival but also his own belief in himself.