Here in London at least, the weather seems to have pulled its socks up for the summer solstice. Apparently it's not going to last long (there's a severe weather warning in place for later tonight!) so I hope you've managed to enjoy it on this longest day. I didn't have the energy for any special celebration today, but an hour spent sitting on the grass in the park seemed like a luxury after weeks when the ground has been almost too wet to walk on. Hopefully the now-annual monsoon season* is almost over and there'll be more picnic weather in the remaining half of the light part of the year.
I feel that the solstices and equinoxes are holidays we should mark, but so far I haven't worked out quite how. If you're celebrating midsummer (or midwinter, depending on your hemisphere), I'd love to hear about it in the comments. "And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."** Happy Solstice!
* I think the first one was 2007 - when I happened to be in Gloucestershire at just the wrong moment - and every year since has followed a similar pattern, hasn't it?
** Kahlil Gibran, 'The Prophet' (1923)