Today we celebrate summer solstice. Technically it is the moment of 5:43 this afternoon, and I know some folks set it as on the 21st of the month; regardless, the energies of the solsticetides do come as tides. Coastal-dwellers know that they roll in and out fueled by forces beyond our earth and that they are not all equal in length, effect or intensity.
Many folks take joy in this time of year, knowing that many warm, sunny days will follow and the look forward to the “vacation season” spent with family, lying in the sun and playing in the water (though maybe not so much this year). I, personally, am as challenged by the summer season as many are by the winter. I garden (though I would be hard pressed to prove it this year!) and know that the foods I love — from lettuce through tomatoes, squash and ‘taters to the bacon on those BLTs and the “gospel bird” (as K calls it) on Sundays NEED the long, and yes even hot days of summer to fruit and produce the hay and grains for feed. But I do not love the heat nor the unremitting sunshine and never the temperatures in the 90s at any time, let alone this early in the season, this far north. It is a hard holy day for me to wrap my mind and body around. But I try.
This weekend is also dark moon (tomorrow) so today will be dump day. We cannot recycle currently (hoping for soon, as I am storing my recycles) except for the donation of the redeemable cans and bottles to the cub scouts. I hope the little guys are not scarred for life by the number of beer bottles and cans and bottles from hard liquor that they will be getting — from us and other folks who are taking the edge off the pandemic! I will also be donating some drapes and other fabric items to the “free store” at the dump, rather than taking them to a charity. I am seeing box upon box of stuff accumulating at Goodwill (the charity store I pass most frequently) so fear that, now that they are accepting donations, they are being even pickier than usual and I fear those boxes are just going to be trashed.
We had a bit of a seasonal celebration last night, ending our long and stressful day in town with slices of watermelon, the first of the season (shipped in, of course) and I will share the rinds, and a box of supermarket reject “pig food” with the poultry and sheep today (there are carrot tops, which the sheep love) and in turn will boil up some eggs for a chef’s salad for supper this evening; we will finish off the watermelon as well. No fire, until possibly early tomorrow. We are thankful for the breezes but with the high fire danger, ritual fires have been moved to the morning hours, after sunrise, when the wind is most calm these days.