Summer Solstice
Tuesday, 21st June
I cannot describe how wonderful it is to be living in this wood. Going to sleep with the sound of the river through the open window; the last thing I see as I close my eyes is the moonlight on the trees and the first thing when I awake, the heron sweeping along the water. As soon as I step outside I can smell green and earth and flowers. I hope we can live near here forever; I do not think I could cope with a street again.
It is hot and sultry and full of the scents of summer. Think earth, think fire, think Pan - it is all making me feel rather horny. . .
Took a quick visit to the stone circle on this very special evening: glowing, was the way I would describe them today - but entirely different to Samhain (see entry: Samhain - 31st October, 2004).
I cannot describe how wonderful it is to be living in this wood. Going to sleep with the sound of the river through the open window; the last thing I see as I close my eyes is the moonlight on the trees and the first thing when I awake, the heron sweeping along the water. As soon as I step outside I can smell green and earth and flowers. I hope we can live near here forever; I do not think I could cope with a street again.
It is hot and sultry and full of the scents of summer. Think earth, think fire, think Pan - it is all making me feel rather horny. . .
Took a quick visit to the stone circle on this very special evening: glowing, was the way I would describe them today - but entirely different to Samhain (see entry: Samhain - 31st October, 2004).
posted by Brina Katz at 11:44 PM
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