A Dribble of Drabbles

midsummer, beginning, busy, many



It was midsummer. Time for celebrating birthdays and the mark of the ending of summer. All was in preparation of visiting relatives and the usual group of performers. It had been so long since a Midsummer Festival. Much too long. The women were busy making the cakes and pies that would be consumed in much shorter timeframes than those which created them. The men were gathering and pulling out pipes in anticipation of the contests that would ensue. Many were expected this year, and it was beginning to look like maybe the tide was turning in the war. Ah, peace.