Sunday, June 25, 2017
No one is immune. Full Moon, planets and Sun align the Northern Hemisphere towards true North. Our cities ignore many natural phenomena and yet verbena and coneflowers claim cracked sidewalks and all of us feel special during Midsummer’s Eve. Various calculations reflect fluid cultural history, no gardener can deny the allure of Oberon’s Bower, or the impulse to burn an outdoor fire and pile sage branches onto red hot coals, a magic cloud flavors grilled food. Worries flee cleansed guests. Our gardens are eloquent celebrants, the wheel is our symbol, spring falls behind and summer is upon us.