It’s the day before the day before the day before Midsummer and all through the house, not a creature is stirring, not even a little frog that wants to hop around a very large fertility symbol.
This year, Midsummer has totally snuck up on me. What?! Midsummer?! Since when?!?!
If nothing else, the sun has been a gentle reminder that the summer solstice is on its way. I wake up every morning now to birds chirping and sunlight streaming in through the slats of of our bedroom curtains, feeling totally alert and ready to take on the day.
Then I look at the clock and realize that it’s 4:15 am. And then I curse my ineffective blinds.