Midsummer Dawn to Duskin' it. Long are the days. Each long day holds endless possibilites of enjoyment of the bounty of the season. Wild berries to make pies from. Heavenly flowers to inhale. Cold mountain streams to dive into. Turtles to pick up and talk pretty to. Wild turkey chicks to watch taking their first flight. Poison ivy to avoid. Thunderstorms that are the very wrath of Thor Himself to ride out, talking to sweet Jesus until they pass. Work to do. Heat to surrender to. Ice cream to eat. You get the gist of it. Solstice time is bittersweet. The height of summer with all its glory reminds us of the turning of the seasons, the passing of time, the inevitability of winter, and the impermanence of life. It becomes urgently important to me to celebrate the moments of the season as they pass by.
A solstice bonfire with indulgence of cake and mead ensued after a long, hot, steamy day at work. The cake was chocolate, with a chocolate basswood blossom frosting (basswood flower infused cream based- whoa, good!), and the mead was that honeysuckle brew that Jenna and I concocted about a month ago. Our small gathering danced to Prince for baby Angelo and laughed and imbibed and discussed our thoughts on the season. Fireflies provided ornamentation. The moment was celebrated.
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That cake was some of the best stuff I've ever had, and oh so pretty! Has anyone made any guesses as to whom that nest may have been crafted by? It reminds me of the nests made by cave swifts harvested for China's prized bird's nest soup.
Great post. Lot's of special things to savor at the moment.
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