As we get closer to mid-summer (or the beginning of summer, depends upon how you view June 21), the days lengthen into something extremely tolerable. The latitude is about 44° (North) where I live so where I grew up was even better (45 °) in the summer…..darker in winter. But not enough difference to make growing things any different. Even the soil is similar – A lot of clay below the topsoil in the non garden areas (so if you dig a new garden, you will need to add good black dirt and compost). Campfires go late into the evening with not too many bugs yet. It is a charmed time of the year right now.
Around the summer solstice, it becomes almost easy to be tranquil, kind and peaceful. There is hospitality in having folks come over, even when things aren’t perfect, so do not fail to meet together. Of course things must be comfortable for the guest, and disorder and clutter are rarely comfortable.
Jonathan is working hard in the beeyard these days, after his day job. We help when he needs help. Simple trigonometry problems go up on the whiteboard almost each week so the children can keep their brains exercised in practical word problems (like figuring the height of something too tall to measure, using shadow lengths, or a simple formula for an easy-ish combinatorial) through the summer, and book reports continue at a much slower, lazier pace. Such is the homeschool family, that we find learning in all things.
I cannot part with my large pot of rosemary this summer so I sincerely hope it enjoys being in the house getting daily personalized attention. As I get older, I become more and more attached to this particular smell. I love the lavender too, but it would be deprivation to make it stay in here all summer long. I’m late getting the front porch cleaned (lots of spiders around here), and the outdoor bench and wooden boxes I use as end tables need their coat of beeswax polish again. I will need to deal with it before the 4th of July, when our intimate little group of relatives and whatever friends might want to come (and this entirely up to the potential guest, who would be, in most cases, quite welcome. One simply has to ask), will have a bbq on the porch and drink water and talk all afternoon until supper and then fireworks at Clear Lake in the nearby town. Possibly a few games of spikeball, volleyball, practice throwing a few discs (so I can maybe become not *so* awful at disc golf), etc …
I would like to think that life always flows with midsummer ease. I know that isn’t so, but my illusion at this time persists.
“The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover any time to him
is aristocracy.” (Emily Dickinson)