The Firefly Saturday
Late June and the fireflies are out. Small lights doing their thing without needing applause. Go outside after dark and let them remind you of something.
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Late June and the fireflies are out. Small lights doing their thing without needing applause. Go outside after dark and let them remind you of something.
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Last Friday of June. Summer Fridays have their own texture. Close the week — with celebration if it was good, with grace if it was hard.
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Late June heat has arrived and settled. Maple is rotating between every breezy corner. Let the heat be an instruction to slow down a little.
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The solstice has passed. The days start shortening — barely, but turning. Peak moments are made more precious, not less, by the fact that they turn.
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Tomorrow is the solstice. Tonight is the eve — the almost-longest day. We're still on the way up. Let the long light hold you.
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Eight days from the solstice, the light is extraordinary. A borrowed afternoon — the golden kind. Go find a spot in it before five.
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June Wednesdays, people are measurably nicer. I think it's the light. Let the summer ease work on you today.
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June Saturdays have more hours of light than any other. Maple is prepared for this. She would like you to know the backyard is excellent today.
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Last day of May, a Sunday settle. Let the month be complete. Thank it, set it down gently. June is on the other side of tonight.
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The first Saturday of summer in the heart. Maple has claimed her sunny patch. Let the season actually land on you today.
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