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Thought for the Week
Welcome, Summer Solstice!
“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future.” ~Margaret Atwood
“Thy eternal summer shall not fade.” ~William Shakespeare
“The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.” ~George Eliot
“I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer — its dust and lowering skies.” ~Toni Morrison
“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.” ~James Dent
“Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.” ~Paul Monette
Some love summers most of all
Some love them least it seems
But like “all creatures great and small”
We weave them into our dreams
~Mitch Teemley
Welcome, Summer Solstice!
Once the temps hit 75 in early June and it stops raining three days in a row, I call it summer.
If only it was that consistent, Pam!
Hoping this summer makes up for last winter.
Sweeet poem, Mitch!
I got an extra “e”! ;>) Thanks, Pamela.
Happy Summer Mitch 🙂
Thank you, and likewise!
Happy Summer to you ❣️
Thank you, you too, Luisa❣
You are so very welcome my dear Mitch!
Winter is already forgiven! Happy Summer, Mitch and everyone!
;>)
We are in the midst of winter here Mitch and reading this makes me crave summer – enjoy her while you can – it’s amazing to think of how we are constantly spinning and swapping weather with the other side of the world
It is, Kate! But winter has her charms as well.
It certainly does Mitch
Welcome summer! Especially after the winter we had 😩
Reading your celebration of the summer solstice, I find myself slowing down and letting the season’s warmth settle into me—the way the long light, the easy breezes, and even the nostalgia‑tinged quotes remind me that I’m part of a world that keeps turning with or without my permission.
As I take in his mix of humor, poetry, and reflection, I feel invited to savor the small, sensory gifts of summer rather than rush past them: the sweetness of a strawberry, the hush of a long evening, the simple joy of a day when the lawn mower “just happens” to be broken. It nudges me to weave this season into my own dreams with a little more gratitude, a little more wonder, and a willingness to let the present moment be enough.
Every season is wonderful, summer full of life and cherries, spring, when the leaves are unfolding and the cherry trees are in bloom, autumn, which is colourful and intense, winter, when there is snow and I can go to the mountains for skiing.
“when summer afternoons were spacious,” I love that!