Can you believe it? Seems as though summer has barely started and already we've reached the longest day of the year. That means it's all downhill from here, folks!
So who thinks this turning point in our hours of daylight comes way too early in the summer season? (Hand raised high here and waving.) Shouldn't the longest day of the year occur in . . . oh, perhaps August? Okay, maybe even July would be more appropriate than June, for heaven's sake. Personally, I've always thought of mid-July as being the middle of the summer season.
I truly don't mind whatever time it gets dark at night (well, okay, darkness shortly after 4:30 p.m. in December can really cut into your day), but I do love the early morning hours of light and brightness. It definitely helps me get up and going when the light streaming in our bedroom window at an early hour seems so pristinely fresh and the only sounds of the beautiful new day are those coming from awakening birds and the occasional squirrel or chipmunk scrabbling up the pole to the sunflower seed feeder.
Isn't it easier to pull yourself out of bed without the shocking glare of an electric light being turned on?
I won't get all Debbie Downer about our shortening days. After all, it will be a couple/few months before any noticeable difference will really be detected. Still plenty of time to thoroughly enjoy this season currently upon us. Life is good and each different period of the year holds its own attraction.
The important thing is to enjoy and appreciate the here and now. Try not to live in the future. Or as the saying goes: Don't put off your happy life.
The rest of the daylight days of 2018 will be good days, even if they are going to be a smidge shorter from here on out.
P.S. The flower pictures aren't of the garden this year yet. I'm just dreaming of things to come. (Oops, is that "living in the future?!")
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