So here it is — the summer solstice.

For weeks I’ve had event-after-event to deal with. What with the dreaded piano recital (story yet to be shared), arrangements being made for the upcoming move, sorting and packing well under way, and all the usual daily tasks to be handled, this blowing in of summer isn’t as full of excitement as it should be.

So yes, we’ve bought a new place, sold the current one, and will be fussing with a new nest in very short order.

Whether you believe in climate change or not, here on Vancouver Island (we live in a rainforest) we’ve been experiencing another incredibly dry season with water levels in our rivers at a drastic level. The salmon are again in danger, not just from the dreaded sea lice and diseases from the farmed salmon, but now from the inevitability of not being able to spawn when the time comes due to the lack of water in their rivers and streams.

We’ve never adopted any set traditions for the summer solstice other than recognizing — with glee — summer’s arrival. I’ve been in my farmer’s market glory each week, bringing home fresh greens, rhubarb, strawberries (I’ve made nine jars of jam, four or five pies, and eaten plenty as-is), along with local lamb and pork. It fills me with joy to support these young, hard-working and dedicated local farmers, not to mention how much it nourishes our bodies with what we’re meant to eat. And the blooms. Oh the peonies have nearly finished, giving way to perky lilies of all sorts, the fragrant roses, and most recently the showy hydrangeas are coming on. Summer indeed.

Of course, each day we get out a few times for Heidi’s walks. In recent weeks these outings have been respite from all the sorting and packing. The welcome breezes, the birds seem to always be serenading our presence, and the fresh sea air combine to form a balm erasing any weariness from the bending and lifting.

Do you have any traditions for the summer solstice? A camping trip? A picnic or bonfire? A neighbourhood block party? I’d love to know if you’re willing to share.

So my lovelies, sending you wishes for a magical summer solstice and may the summer days that follow be filled with the tender sweetness of the season.

3 thoughts on “Summer Solstice letter”

  1. so, you are officially a climate migrant, yes?

    i’ve been binge watching the old series, “Boston Legal” and everything you’ve mentioned in your post was addressed in the first and second season. as i watch it, i see how clearly the W Admin set things in motion for our current Admin, but as you say, “that’s another story”

    i do hope you a better place and climate

    your images, as always, are superb. your piano in those windows is just beautiful

  2. Summer solstice in Powell River means the arrival of world class symphonic music. We usually go to several performances. I get to put on a nice summer dress instead of farm clothes, enjoy wine on the patio at intermission and be uplifted by beautiful music. http://prismafestival.com/ I think you would enjoy it.

  3. Times flies! It feels like you barely unpacked at this house. I’m sure your next place will be as lovely and welcoming as you are.
    My only tradition for the solstice is to be outdoors as much as possible, even if that’s just putzing and weeding.

    Best wishes for an easy transition to your next home.

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