Monthly Archives: May 2019

The Summer Solstice Redux

FIVE YEARS AGO I POSTED A BLOG JUST BEFORE MEMORIAL DAY. I thought I’d share it with you anew as “The Summer Solstice Redux” and hope that you’ll enjoy its contents as you head out to enjoy the lovely long and sunny weekend forecast for May 25th through 27th.

the summer solstice
– and Kite Flying!

KiteflyingFoto by Ahlatlibel

HERE’S A QUIZ FOR YOU FOLKS! Just before the end of May, you probably spent quality time with the family at the beach, or in your own backyard with friends and kin presiding over a BBQ.

Select, then, either A or B of the following faux ancient couplets by yours truly and e-mail your response to me at azimmayadas3@gmail.com no later than May the 31st.

  1. Which Day, forsooth, hath Summer begun? ‘Twas on Memorial Day, I trow!
  2. Doth Thou, who welcometh Summer in June, Bethink it starteth two-thirds o’ the Way through?

PS: There are no prizes offered here, but the first two respondents with the correct answer will be duly recognized in my blog.

For those not in the know, at this time of year kite flying – starting with the advent of Spring in April and often right through mid-July – is a passion in many parts of the world. For starters, there is the Subcontinent (India, Pakistan, Nepal and Bangladesh) as well as Afghanistan. And then the countries in East Asia, notably Korea and Japan. Not to be outdone, children and adults in Australia and the USA are joining their ranks in increasing numbers.

As they all discover in due time, it’s not only fun to fly kites in wide open spaces and en plein air, but it’s also a highly competitive team and individual sport.

Of late, there has been a spate of literary interest in the subject due mainly, I think, to the Afghan writer, Khaled Hosseini, who has – among other gems – crafted a best-seller in “The Kite Runner.” It’s memorable ending runs with the breathless:

“I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But I didn’t care. I ran with  the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips.

I ran.”

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