Tomorrow is Summer Solstice.  It's also Father's Day, so we all have two reasons to celebrate.  My husband is on his annual fishing trip up in International Falls, Minnesota.  Every year about twenty guys go up in a caravan of vehicles and fish to their hearts' content for one week.  They've been doing this for the last twenty-some years.  Our son is with them this year, so at least he'll celebrate Father's Day with one of his children.

There is a magic in the air at this time of year.  At the true beginning of summer the fireflies put on their nightly display.  The flowers smell especially sweet in the humid evening air and the moon has an enchanting halo around it.  There are so many gifts in nature.  It's hard to take it all in at once.  But I'll try.  Maybe I'll sleep on the back porch tonight.