Everywhere, wildflowers are springing up, almost as if everything has suddenly answered a Faery trumpet call. Overnight there are huge drifts of wild phlox, billowing in the breeze, and frostings of daisies are appearing along the fence lines and road sides. And don't forget to look for the Fire Flies flickering across the darkness of a mid June field or garden. These little characters always thrill me. I like to think they are on their way to light a Faery Ball.
This is a beautiful and bountiful time of year - think asparagus, new lettuce, and strawberries. Take a moment to stand still in a quiet spot, look around you, listen carefully, and take a deep breath. The rewards are great. Oh, as to the name Mid Summer, when it is really the first day of summer? The ancient Celtic calendars had Spring arriving in February, so by June, it would have been mid summer by their calendar. Some things are just too much fun to change.
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