As the year climbs toward its longest day, join Nicole and a small group of eight for an evening given over to smell and taste.

Old European tradition held that Midsummer's Eve was the night to gather herbs — when plants were at their most potent, their oils drawn out by heat and long light, the gathering and burning of them as much a sensory ritual as a magical one.

In the foothills, though, the solstice arrives differently — the wild green still new, the rose just opening — and we meet midsummer not at its ripeness but at its ascent.

We won't be alone. The horses share the field with us — not a spectacle to watch, but fellow inhabitants of the evening.

Horses live through scent and presence, so their nearness becomes a quiet barometer of our own arrival — when we've stopped watching the evening and started being part of it.

Come breathe, gather, and meet the height of the light with us.

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