Summer Solstice: My Favorite Day of the Year

Tuesday, June 21, 2022 No tags Permalink

Some of the best things about June, and summer in general:

Midsummer’s eve, welcoming the summer solstice
Stepping outside in the morning and the air seems fresher and crisper than it does during the day
The feeling of a warm breeze blowing your hair against your bare shoulders
Driving home with the car windows rolled down and the music turned up
Lightning bugs (fireflies)
Summer thunderstorms
The long, lingering daylight hours
Cold watermelon
Napping in a hammock
The smell of sunscreen
Farmer’s markets at their most glorious
Iced tea with fresh mint
Bocce ball
Halter top strings dangling down your back
Outdoor movies
Long hikes in the cool, quiet woods
Sitting outside at night watching the stars, listening to music
Drippy ice cream cones
A fresh pedicure tucked into pretty sandals
Lillet on the rocks with a slice of orange
Tan lines
Outdoor concerts
Sno-cones (shave ice)
Cold-brew coffee
Crisp, cool cotton sheets, dresses, and shirts
The seasonal return of Rosé wine
Fresh basil, cilantro, and mint growing in the herb garden
Homemade popsicles
Sunny days
Blowing bubbles
Getting lost in a novel for an afternoon
Water balloons
Picnics under the shade of a tree
Road trips
Long bicycle rides
Crickets chirping
The sound of lawnmowers and the smell of fresh-cut grass
Open windows
Sand between your toes
Sitting in the shade on a hot day
The sound of ocean waves
Big bowls of fresh-picked blackberries
A cool breeze on a hot day
Flip flops
The smoky smell of people barbecuing in the evenings
Spotting hot air balloons in the sky
Skinny dipping
Dogs with their heads out car windows, tongues wagging
Outdoor movies
Walking barefoot
Eating juicy, dripping peaches while standing over the kitchen sink
Reading poetry on the porch on sleepy afternoons
Sleeping under just a sheet on a hot night
Cold, buttery Chardonnay
Pitchers of sangria

I re-read Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s Gift from the Sea every June.

“When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom”

― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

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