Midsummer has been and gone, but for us, summer is only just starting.
Long days of spontaneous joys and laziness lie ahead.
And, best of all, the dazzling delights of late evening sunsets
Lie ready to unfurl their colours
And make us gasp in wonder.
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They swooped in like feathered birds, wearing colourful rags and masks.
They whirled and twirled with bells on legs and shoes.
These are Morris Dancers, performing old-age dances that some say even the Druids performed at Stonehenge during the summer solstice.
The leader of this group of dancers looked fearsome.
Musicians dressed in black played wild music.
I fell in love with the beauty of the accordion.
Some groups of Morris Dancers dress in white and dance with handkerchiefs.
Others dress in feathered rags and dance with sticks that they knock against each other.
When I was younger, I thought that Morris dancing was for nerds.
But now I appreciate the tradition of a dance that binds the past with the present.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. ~Edwin Denby
These are the Morris Dancers I saw at the Steyning Fair in May when I was in England.
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What better way to celebrate the long light evenings of a Swedish summer
Than enjoying the sunset
And then diving into the broken yolk
Of the golden sun – at ten o’clock in the evening?
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Is there anything more touching than the love between a little brother and his big sister?
The most precious things in the world are not our possessions but those golden moments that we feel in our hearts.
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Last month, I accompanied Anklebiter 1 on her class outing to Gunnes Gård, a reconstruction of a Viking farm.
We travelled a thousand years back in time by donning the clothes Vikings wore back then
And following an age-old path through the woods.
Suddenly, the air was split with the sound of a horn and a woman appeared before the old Viking gods blowing a horn.
It was a magnificent moment.
After leaving some small offerings to the gods and learning more about them, we were all given new Viking names for the day.
Living the life they lived a thousand years ago meant no electricity or phones, a lot of hard work around the farm and gardens,
Making bread over an open fire
And eating the most delicious lunch in a dim smoky old farmhouse.
When it was time to go home, the entire class groaned in disappointment.
Sometimes living life in another person’s shoes and shedding your own can be most enjoyable.
And there’s nothing like living history to really understand it.
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Manners make the person and a little courtesy goes a long way.
No one is ever too big to be kind or polite
Although some might be too small.
It helps too if you know how to sit delicately with your legs crossed
While waiting patiently for others to learn from you.
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When the light is just right
And the shadows weave a tapestry with the sun –
If you take the time to look closely and marvel
Even the humblest sight – like a cloud of midges -
Can become a magnificent and beautiful cloud of gold dust
Reminding us that we all have hidden depths and beauty within.
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Last year, I visited a really ancient church near the ruins of Bramber castle (in England).
It never ceases to amaze me how people built churches with their bare hands as a stone monument to their faith and determination.
The old grave stones stick out of the ground like crooked giant’s teeth.
There is a sense of peace and history as you walk around the church.
We meet a fox and he stops, looking at us for several minutes without moving – as if trying to communicate something.
When he moves off, we continue our walk.
I wonder why so many of us like graveyards?
Is it because they remind us to feel thankful that we are still so alive?
Or is it the sense of lives lived that we find soothing – and the reminder, perhaps,
That a life lived well and with kindness is long enough.
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It seems as if only a few short weeks ago, we still had snow on the ground.
Wait a minute, it was only a few weeks ago!
The heat came on suddenly, hardly giving spring a chance to do its thing.
When I say it’s hot, I mean it’s hot for here.
29 C for us is probably someone else’s winter – I do realize that.
However, it’s been much hotter indoors as our boiler went haywire and decided to pump out as much heat as possible — 24 hours a day.
Our house is designed to keep in the heat so it was like living and sleeping in a sauna.
Ah well, there is only one solution to the problem… if you’re a dog called Oscar.
(As for us humans, a nice man came and fixed the boiler.)
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Is there anything more peaceful, more spiritually uplifting
Than feathered hope taking wing?
If you could untie your wings and free your soul, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. — Rumi
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And if you love water, please check out Jillsy’s latest challenge!
Last week was spent visiting family in England, in an old village with roots going back to the time of the Anglo-Saxons.
The High Street was full of surprises.
A rusty weather vane reminded me of myself
And pointed the way to an old clock tower, now a faded home to pigeons.
I ambled down pretty side streets until I spied a wooden entrance next to an old church.
I peeked through a hole in the wood to snap these 200-year-old graves.
A moment of contemplation. A reminder to appreciate the living.
So, I turned homewards to family – to another historic sight.
This is me (the small normal one?) with my three siblings.
It’s been four years since we are all together in the same place.
As you can see, our parents are so proud that they raised four well-balanced and sane kids!
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Spring sent me a postcard:
A pasture full of wildflowers.
A pocketful of delight.
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I had a wonderful time in England.
My camera battery died but I bought a new one.
It was cold, but I put on my thermal vest.
Golden moments touched every day with joy:
Long overdue family reunions,
Laughter and red wine
And the rolling Sussex countryside
With a sky stretching to infinity.
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