I must confess that I have a problem with people who hate the summer solstice. Would you dislike a rosebud, because it will eventually become a flower, and then grow old and die? How about a baby, who will eventually grow up and become an adult, and then grow old, etc.? I say, let us welcome the solstice that marks the beginning of summer, and throw off our cloaks of doubt and sorrow, dance and enjoy the carefree days as we were meant to do!