Paused for a moment yesterday to consider the ancestors, as I always do on the solstices. How different the midsummer is from the cold, barren winter. As a gardener I know that at this point in the growing season, there isn't a terrible lot to do. The planting is done. Some weeding,maybe. Thanks to the heavy rain lately I haven't even had to water. When it's not raining, it's far too hot to work for very long. It is no wonder the midsummer was a time of feasting and revelry, when you consider what life was like just six months ago, and what life will be like in six months.