SUNDAY to SUNDAY in "WESSIEFOO"

Looking back to Massachusetts 
on a Wednesday in Manhattan

Some of the Skies

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Where I Slept

A scarf filters the hot noon sun.

There's a wonderful wall of  family Memories.

Blue jays nest in the tree and birdsong wakes me.

The pool prompts me to get outside.

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Fathers Day

Nephew Jason and Uncle Dick are swimming...

...while Mother Rachel serves outrageously rich desert:

Happy Birthday Richard and Solstice Celebration all.

Jason anticipates sweet delight...

 

...while we all prepare our taste buds:

Beautiful Nina,

and genial Cousin Roger...

...plus Daddy Tim and Aunt Jenny.

(no photo too busy enjoying)

After the feast, under the Umbrella...

...a most contented me.

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Inside

(Where Critters stay Cool and Calm)

Sissy, Rhodo, Betsy and Mona huddle in a pile...

while Bruno the Wonder Dog guards his toy.

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Summer Solstice

This 'longest day' goes on forever.

Time for Tiger Lilies...

...Bee Balm,

 ...and Catalpa blooms arrives.

Fireflies dance at dusk.

(no photo 'cause my camera can't capture it)

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Laundry Is Universal

 changing patterns...

 and sometimes...

a message.

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Plants Day 

A quick trip to Pignatare Farm for basil, pots and petunias
 

Then planting...

...Transplanting,

Cleaning, debugging,

and hanging.

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Media

(see LINKS for details)

Historic House Sit-In led by John Lewis

 The Brexit Vote

 Mainly we watched a few very fine films like
"As Good as It Gets" and "Being There".

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Farewell Again

A week of serious country lay-abouting, firefly dusks, full moon nights, beautiful skies, constant birdsong, a lot of good food, and mostly no stress at all with three very, very good friends...

...made my Manhattan return seem like falling on to a speedway mid-race.  I caught the end of the gay parade (which I was sorry to have missed) from a slowly crawling cross town bus...

...and took note of a too familiar sad scene--a homeless woman who might even have lived in this vacated building once--and above her a pigeon who might have had a friend feeding it daily on that very ledge.

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Three Images

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LINKS

Pignatare Farm

http://www.farmfresh.org/food/farm.php?farm=1510

Brexit

http://www.openculture.com/2016/06/brexit-101-the-uks-stunning-vote-explained-in-4-minutes.html

The Sit In-John Lewis

https://johnlewis.house.gov/john-lewis/biography

"Being There"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Being_There

"As Good as It Gets"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_Good_as_It_Gets 

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SOLSTICE SALUTATIONS

"Today the sun is directly over the Tropic of Capricorn, which runs through Australia, Chile, and northern South Africa. The noontime position of the sun is very low, and that position at noon barely changes in the days preceding and after the solstice. This gives us the word solstice, from the Latin solstitium - sol, the sun, and sistere, to stand still. Down in the Southern hemisphere they are celebrating the summer solstice today."

(NPR The Writers Almanac)

MARKING TIME

In The Northern Hemisphere
Eight more days to Christmas

 Only four more days to Solstice:

 The balance point of dark and light, the shortest day and longest night.  Honored with light, the sun returns.

 

Today also marks the 'beginning of the seven-day celebration of Saturnalia.  Romans made and exchanged gifts, decorated their homes with holly and ropes of garland, and carried wreaths of evergreen branches to honor the god Saturn', but whatever you worship, may you be happy.

RECLUSE

The larger world seems more and more remote.

Though moved by the week long, daily broadcast of Mandela celebrations leading to the State funeral, worried over the disastrous extinction of peoples, plants and creatures, myself, constantly on the brink of such; it all feels a foggy dream, an amorphous cloud of constantly shifting grains of sand, molecules of air, modes of being.

The promised snow turned sleety rain before it landed on City streets, and is ended with a drop to 21 degrees for nightfall.  Why do I long for snow?

 Nostalgia for Currier and Ives, for all those imagined City scenes of another century, for the romantic notion of costumed elegance, of course.

 

Then, the commercially guttered reality drifts back into my consciousness, and all the wars.  The world, the world is infinite shades between the black and white.

I'm 'Phillipe Petit' traversing huge expanses of space with only a balance pole, vision adjustments, and a leaf or two for grounding to keep me here.

 Fruit helps,

it's instant sunlight!

Only eleven more days to Winter Solstice eve