Things That Make the World Go Round

The summer solstice happened one week ago today, and as I was in the garden early that day, and still there late, I took in a good part the performance. Somehow I always remember the solstices. I don’t drum, or paint my face blue, or in any way make a big deal of them. I simply remember—that it’s the longest day, or the shortest, that it’s the beginning of summer, or the end—and thereby acknowledge my appreciation for the order of the universe.