I got together with my hippie chick friends last week to celebrate the solstice, and we each tried to bring food that had ingredients that came from our growing gardens—lettuce, kale and herbs were a few. We ate, we hooped, then we read some summer poems and had a campfire. The wind blew (but it didn’t rain!) and we lingered outside till the darkness at the edges crept over us.
June is my favorite month—the month when school is out, when “fireflies turn on their electric wills,” when plans are made and carried out for living life to the max. June may also have once been my favorite month because my birthday happens to fall within it, though I’m not quite as thrilled at being yet another year older anymore.
I started thinking about what I’m loving in my life right now and what’s making the summer of 2011 special:
Hooping. If you see a crazy bunch of people at Forest Park on a Saturday between 4:30 and 6:30 pm doing crazy things with hoops, welcome to hooping. We love to share the love of hooping, which is why we bring extra hoops. It’s for adults and kids alike, and I think of it as my playtime.
Bancroft Moscado at Mr. G’s (tell Bryan I sent you. He’ll know). I tried this wine recently for the first time and now it’s my ‘go-to’ wine for bookclubs and get-togethers. It’s light and fruity, perfectly refreshing on these summer nights. And it’s only 5.99 per bottle, perfect!
My native Indiana coneflowers and Shasta daisies, which require no special care and are just starting to bloom.
My strawberry patch and heirloom tomato garden. We harvested strawberries from our little patch earlier this month, and my tomatoes are taking off. Looking forward to a toasted tomato sandwich—coming up soon.
Happy Summer to you.
*Firefly quote from a poem by Stacy Cassarino