Last night was the longest night of the year.
I have a tradition in my household to honour the longest and shortest nights of the year. On the summer solstice I harvest the best and strongest plants from my garden and make a wreath from them. I hang it to dry in my livingroom until the winter solstice- then it is taken down at sundown and set on fire. I do this to recognize the bounty of the long summer days, and to acknowledge that the light will return from the darkest night.