Happy Solstice!
We did not dance naked and saggy-titted around Stonehenge this morning, but I do believe we will sit in the garden this evening and drink wine in observance.
When I were a lass, every year I was hauled off by my grandmother and auntie to the rhododendron festival. Lordy, that was boring for a twelve-year old, but the two of them would stare in astonishment at one identical pink flower after another.
I came to the conclusion that nature, for old people, is a kind of hallucinogenic.
And here we are. The sun is shining, the temperature is just right, and all I ever want to do is be out in the garden pulling weeds or cutting back hedges or just staring at pink flowers with my mouth open.
I am old and tripping on nature.
June 21, 2023 — 5:54 pm
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