One year we dressed in medieval costumes (with a Shakespearian flare)
ate chicken on trenchers of bread and drank mead.
We had a small talent show, and then went for a late night swim.
Several years ago, I organized a party and put up tents in my backyard- ostensibly as a graduation party for Jordan- but it was really for Midsummer.
This year, I made knotty rolls with anisette on top.
My birthday is this weekend so I can’t REALLY have another party.
But – I love Midsummer Day or St. John’s Day.
I’m going to light a WHOLE lot of candles on the deck and pretend it is a bonfire.
This is what happens when your childhood companions die young.
You are left with desires for the past that others just don’t understand.
Happy Midsummer Day- Past and Present from Puck, Ophelia, the Lady of the Manor and the crone.