The Oak king is slain, yielding dominion to his brother Holly. The king is dead, long live the king!
After the sun sets, the fae come out to play - this is a sabbat of fairy magic and mischief. Leave your offerings and gifts to the little people in their favorite spot and spend some time dancing with the fireflies. Revel in this dog day of summer, for it only gets darker from here.
Offerings to the fae, nestled in among mums and roses.
Painting outside in the afternoon, soaking up the sun.
May you all have a merry, fairy kissed, Midsummer. May your summer yield fiery passions and abundance aplenty.