Slightly delayed by a bit over a week: I hope all who celebrate the Summer Solstice in some way had a good time!
And belatedly to you! Summer Solstice is always bittersweet for us — we recall the 'gatherings' at which my pagan father-in-law used to celebrate the event. In the end they wee mini-festivals, with about 3-400 people attending, local bands played, a local troupe put on plays, the local pub keep the beer flowing ... there was a ceremony to the spirits, the firing of the burning arrow into a sunwheel, fireworks, a procession round a maze, songs round the campfire ... my daughters grew up with them, and we let them 'do their own thing', and the memories are all rather special.
Ah, summer - Trips to the beach.... Maybe not such a good idea. Ah summer - Sightseeing in an exciting city.... Maybe next year. Ah summer - Journeys up into the mountains.... Probably safer to stay at home. Ah, summer. With apologies to Gershwin - Summertime and the livin’ ain’t easy!
