Midsummer’s Night is my favourite night of the whole year. I don’t much like holidays or even birthdays, when there’s pressure to do certain things. But on Midsummer’s Night there are no expectations.
I feel a connection with the earth, and ancient people (of which I am, ironically, reminded when I see traffic signs warning of delays near Stonehenge!).
Once, before children, Big J and I celebrated Midsummer with an evening picnic in London’s Hyde Park (back in the days when Hyde Park was on our doorstep). Most years I don’t actually do anything in particular on this day. But I always enjoy marking the occasion in the quiet of my own mind.
Earlier this evening I put out our poetry books in preparation for poetry tea with friends tomorrow morning. And I lit a sweet “Midsummer’s Night” candle I came across at the garden centre last week.
When C came home from her Stagecoach class she began looking through the poetry books as she ate her snack. I joined her, and we ended up reading poems aloud to one another for a joyful half hour.
Completely spontaneous, loving, togetherness on my favourite day of the year. [Deep, long, blissful sigh of contentment and appreciation.] 🙂