Hooray!
OK, so I know pools have been open and boats have been on the water since Memorial Day, but that doesn't mean it's officially summer, yet. The solstice always brings mixed emotions for me: I love the fact that my favorite season has completely arrived. It means the farmer's market, another attempt at growing my own plants, and lots of fresh fruit and vegetables.
On the flip side, however, it also means that the days are going to get shorter until December. So I guess this is a day to celebrate, with the knowledge that the sunlight will soon start to diminish.
It's a day that carries with it all sorts of historic traditions. The Spaniards have a solstice tradition that involves young men putting on blue jeans and leaping over a fire. (This sort of logic could be why the armada failed in its stand against England all those centuries ago, come to think of it.)
I will celebrate with a long walk, meditation and picnic in Garden of the Gods. Andy will acknowledge the start of summer with a class on blacksmithing, and I will take in at least a part of that. (Look for photos of Andy playing with an anvil and coal pit later Saturday.)
What are you doing to honor summer's start? Below is a recipe for the perfect dessert to ring in the season of plenty.
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