happy solstice

My summer solstice ended up not the witch burning shabang I had envisioned for myself but I was pleased with the festivities nonetheless. I mentioned the notion of festive bonfire a few days ago and to my surprise the idea actually took hold. Maxime made a very respectable fire at the site of their recently purchased farm, both for the solstice and also in celebration of recently acquiring its keys. His friend from France arrived and brought cider, we ate lots of assorted snacks, and as one does on the solstice, wished away bad spirits. If you can bear with my mystical side for a moment, I will tell you that my own bad spirits feel somewhat scared away on this night. I am feeling a renewed faith in the power of positive thinking and confidence in my own ability to adapt to anything I set my mind towards.