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Summer Solstice

 It’s the Summer Solstice. Time to celebrate our blessings, and the bounty and growth in all aspects of life of this year so far…

Flowers…







Fruits…



Vegetables…




The beautiful English countryside…



And a wild eyed cat who is keeping himself cool, calm and shaded during this heat wave…

There will be Solstice celebrations happening today at Damson Cottage. There may be thunderstorms later this afternoon as the heat peaks and breaks, which will add a frisson of excitement to proceedings. 

I was up with the sun this morning. Bare foot in the grass, a breeze jostling the aspen leaves, wrens pipping in the hedges. I wrote in my diary, and I thought of the past year and the year to come. Where I’ve come from and where I am going. Wishes and dreams. Achievements and hopes. Gains and losses. Things to maintain. Things to release. Mostly, I thought how lucky I am to have lived all my life so far in peace-time. Long may it continue. I know others are not so fortunate.

Here’s to the warmth, the love, the peace and the power of the Solstice energies. I hope they are with you, too. May all be well in your world as the year rolls on.



Comments

Anonymous said…
May the warmth, the love, the peace and the power of the Solstice energies be with you too. Strangely I feel a bit of sadness around this time, like I missed out on something. Like I can’t stop the slide down. Enough with the melancholy! Summer is here and it is a beautiful season, not to be missed. Your garden is so beautiful!. Your hard work is definitely paying off.
KJ
21 June 2025 at 11:11
Denise said…
Thank you, KJ. The garden has come a long way since we took it over as a blank canvas nine years ago. It’s ever-evolving; I am pleased how it is turning out!
I am intrigued by your feeling of sadness and like you feel you’ve missed out on something. It’s given me something to ponder. Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this Solstice wisdom I found recently - ‘The great gift of the energy of the Summer Solstice is that it’s designed to move you from one phase to the next on YOUR terms.’ I like that idea - on MY terms.
21 June 2025 at 17:02
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