“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.” — John Lubbock
“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains…” – Diane Ackerman
July is hot afternoons and sultry nights and mornings when its joy just to be alive. July is a picnic and a red canoe and a sunburned neck and a softball game and ice tinkling in a tall glass. July is a blind date with summer. – Hal Borland
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” —Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
What is the summer solstice?
The June solstice – the time when we celebrate summer in the Northern Hemisphere and winter in the Southern Hemisphere – happens on June 21, 2021, at 03:32 UTC. That’s June 20 at 10:32 p.m. CDT in North America.
For us in the Northern Hemisphere, this solstice will mark the beginning of summer and the longest day of the year. Early dawns. Long days. Late sunsets. Short nights. The sun will be at its height each day, as it crosses the sky. Meanwhile, south of the equator, winter will begin.
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Summer is fast approaching and the 80+ degree temperatures say it’s so.
Tell me it’s not so.
Though the season holds some joy – like flip flops along with a more carefree vibe in work and play – it’s never been high on my list of favorites. I suffer through it, counting the minutes until the first brisk day hits the calendar. Bring on Fall. Welcome Winter. Isn’t Spring fun? But please NOT summer. Continue reading “One hot weekend morn.”