Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," wallowing in wetness since May Day!
Never seen anything like this weather pattern in all my life. While the rest of the U.S. bakes in a stationary front, we here in the Great Blue Northeast are socked into a cold, rainy pattern that shows no sign of shoving off into the Atlantic. This morning, June 21, it's too cool for Decibel the Parrot to sit on the porch.
Nevertheless, Spare and I are going to our summer solstice ritual with our Druid Grove. There's no way we'll be able to get a bonfire lit with everything so soggy. However, we of the big, broad, flexible outlook plan to bring a Yankee candle and some matches. Outside-the-box thinking.
May all of you enjoy the solstice, say goodbye to the sun as it begins its transit back south. Take this opportunity to shed yourself of all disturbing thoughts. Give your negative baggage to the sun -- to be burnt to a crisp, never to return.
Blessings to the deities of farm and field, to the produce we reap, to the health and safety of our families and friends. May there be peace throughout the world.