Summer Solstice
I have so many memories of this place. We got married here, at George Washington’s Birthplace, Wakefield, Virginia, 44 years ago. As kids we took school field trips to Wakefield where we learned our first versions of the history of our country. We spent summers combing the shore along the Potomac River searching for shark’s teeth. Picnicking. Exploring and hiking. Fishing and birding and looking for the river otters. It’s really an idyllic place and one that will always feel like home for me. And the start of summer.
The daylight lasts longer and the growing season begins in earnest. We stop by Garner’s Produce in Warsaw, Virginia and pick up corn and peaches. Even with the windows down the van smells sweet. We share a Nightingale peach ice cream sandwich and laugh the years away. We are not young and we know that our time on earth is finite. This gives us a sense of freedom. Like children having fun playing, we do not want to go home yet. We don’t want the fun to end. Not just yet.
