When I was a child, somewhere deep within me, I knew I needed to celebrate ‘mid-summer.’ The drive was so strong that, when I was about 10 years old, I actually got out a calendar and counted all the days between the summer solstice and the autumnal equinox. Ever since then I’ve been celebrating in early August.
This year the mid-point occurs on August 6th.
Imagine my surprise when, as an adult, I discovered there was an actual holiday, associated with a real religion in early August. Even more surprising was that they observed all my “made up” holidays. (The quarter days and the cross-quarter days.) Sometimes the call to honor the seasons runs so deep that even an unsuspecting 10 year-old in Idaho cannot help but heed it.
Since the scorching summer sun beats down on the fields, ripening the wheat, the Palouse smells faintly of baking bread every August. To observe the holiday I’m making fresh bread, then heading outside with a glass of wine to catch the beginnings of the Perseid Meteor Shower. (Peak is August 11 & 12, shortly after midnight.) I hope all of you find a way to celebrate the rotating wheel of the year, too.
From time to time I have random thoughts, which generally devolve into silliness owing my propensity to share them. Today’s random thought involved vodka, English weights and measures, and of course, coconuts. Social media is great for sharing random thoughts and the following was posted for the benefit of friends and strangers:
How much vodka is in a glug? As in, I found a big glass, added OJ, added grapefruit juice, added squirt, then dumped vodka in and the bottle went, “glug, glug, glug, glug.” How much is 4 glugs of vodka?
Take some time to enjoy the longest day of the year. This morning I printed my manuscript and sent it off to the copy editor. Tonight, at sundown, the working copy of my manuscript and associated notes will be burned, in what I hope will amount to a deep cleansing breath. I’m looking forward to new beginnings as I move into summer.
On May 5th we’ll pass the midpoint between the vernal equinox and the summer solstice. The time for warm weather and gardening is almost here.
One of the joys of photographing pets is you never know what they’re going to do for the camera. Enjoy these pictures of bygone spring-time frolics, because there is nothing more amusing on a cold and windy day, than a little lesbian-bunny-love.
(Yep, they’re all girls. But, when has that ever mattered when taken with the urge to breed like, well, rabbits!)