Wow, so, hold on -- I just sat to start writing and something amazing happened. I was going to describe our solstice celebration/mosquito-killing-voodoo, and as I took a moment to watch my flickering candle, a mosquito was drawn to it, foundered in and ultimately succumbed to molten wax. (Oh the symbolism!) The gods have been appeased by our sacrifice!
Ok, let me back up: a couple nights ago, several of us walked through the woods, processed across a log bridge with lit candles, built a fire on the beach, and burned a dozen or so mosquito carcasses collected from the common area. We plead for relief from the blood-sucking demons, marked the passage of the sun's annual zenith, and threw in some scraps of paper scrawled with our hopes-to-be-manifested for good measure.
I also happened to see my first fireweed blossom of the summer on the solstice. The magenta beauties are popping along with wild pink roses, little droopy bells of the low cranberry bush, starry white buds, and other colorful members of the flower parade.
The parade of guest dietary restrictions is also shifting into top gear. This week's menu will simultaneously accommodate gluten-free, vegan, green-avoidant, no-foods-starting-with-"R," and zebratarian requirements. We'll start with dried out spinach, an appetizer of salted water, then a savory oatmeal steak with soybean purée, and finish it all with a bowl of unsweetened cocoa powder you dip your tongue directly into.
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