Every summer, someone rolls a burning wheel downhill, ties herbs into a bundle, wades into a river at dawn, or carries the first loaf of the new grain to a church door.
The folklore of the hot months is more physical, more perishable, and more precisely timed than a season of supposed leisure has any right to be. From solstice fires in Scandinavia to monsoon rain-calling rites in India, from berry pilgrimages on Irish hilltops to fleet blessings on Mediterranean harbours, Amelia Wren traces the material culture of summer across night markets lit by a thousand individual lamps, storm-struck wood kept as a charm, straw hats woven to balance shade against airflow in ways no one writes down but everyone gets right, and herds walked to mountain pastures along routes no map records but no shepherd forgets.
This is a book about abundance — how communities harvest it, what objects they build to hold it, and why even the longest day already contains the negotiation with its end.