It’s the summer solstice today, when the path of the sun in the sky is farthest north in the northern hemisphere.
It’s the longest day and the shortest night.
I’m in France at the moment and the scene yesterday evening was the calm before the storm.
Last night, it chucked it down, enough to fill up the wheelbarrow in the garden.
And it’s been raining on and off all morning. Not just drizzle but great big stair rods, drumsticks and knitting needles.
In England, there are blue skies and warmth, which makes a change from the wet conditions and cold nights that have resulted in a deluge of slugs and snails.
Strange happenings with the climate have got everyone talking, all over the world.
Yesterday at Stonehenge – the creation of which is inextricably linked to the summer and winter solstice sunrises – the ancient monoliths were sprayed in orange powder paint by climate activists demanding that the new government elected on 4 July legally commits to phasing out fossil fuels.
The climate emergency and the role of humankind in doing something about it is the biggest crisis facing our world today.
But to deface an ancient monument, albeit temporarily (protestors say the paint will wash off in rain) is probably not the best way of getting people to sit up and take notice. It’s counterproductive. All it does is outrage people, which is actually how we should be feeling about the climate crisis and the inability of our so-called leaders to save the world.
We must all do our bit. Rather than glue myself to a motorway, I’m currently allowing great swathes of mullein to grow in the garden in the most inconvenient places.
‘They’re weeds!’ a friend scoffed.
‘A weed is just a plant in the wrong place,’ I replied, rather self-righteously, gazing at all the mullein moth caterpillars chomping on the leaves and the bees buzzing around it in total ecstasy.
I’m lucky to have the space for the mullein but I think anyone with a garden does their bit for nature, with proper grass (not fake turf), flowers that the bees and butterflies love and inventive ways of dealing with slugs and snails rather than using the dreaded blue slug pellets, which killed off Edgar’s little sister when she was only a pup.
It’s easy to be overwhelmed with the magnitude of the climate crisis. But small things can make a difference, and do.
On the summer solstice, here’s to peace and harmony between nations, individuals and to all of us who want to leave the planet in a better state for the generations that follow us.
Maddie Grigg 