Summertime,
and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin',
cotton is high
Your daddy's rich,
and your momma's good-lookin'
So hush, little baby,
don't you cry
I always feel like I should celebrate the solstice by being up in time to watch the sunrise. That would mean getting up before 5 a.m., but considering that for years – decades – I got up at 5:30 every morning to go to work, it shouldn't be that big a deal. Still, I haven't managed it yet, and didn't do it this morning.
I can probably still be up to watch the sunset at 9:10 p.m. That will have to do.
Kind of thin, as celebrations go, but from here on in, the days are getting shorter. Why would I want to celebrate that?
Today is very nice, though. Blue skies, 68°, lunch outside on the deck with a really good book about the Canadian frontier and the last brownie left from a mini-late-birthday visit with a friend last weekend.
Nice.
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It WAS a perfect Seattle day. I sat on balcony watching boats, birds, planes, clouds, and my lover's smile---got D too!
ReplyDeleteIn Alaska, summer solstice was always a late bbq party night. I think the 9:10pm will work for my sedate life. Just hit me, I'll have to go back a read the goals I set at winter solstice. They'll either be funny or depressing.
ReplyDeleteI pulled out the lounger on the deck for the first time this year. Glad you got some deck time today.
Not to point out the obvious but do not all days still have 24hrs?
ReplyDeleteI envy your cool temperatures! We hit 102 around 3 or so. Hot hot hot!!!
Ha and you ate the last brownie!
jan
How could you know? One of my earliest childhood memories is of sitting under the ironing board while my Mom ironed sheets (they made a cool tent). In those days clothing dried on clothes lines and summer ironing was done on shady porches. I remember her singing "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess.
ReplyDeleteCaregivingly Yours, Patrick