Hump Day

The third week of June delivers with some regularity a slight decrease in the buggy population, a bit of drying of the mud left as a memento of endless April Showers and May Monsoons, a flurry of New Flowers (even some we can identify!), and The Longest Day. I suppose, if one were given to astronomical musings, which we are usually not, that rather than thinking of June 21st or the 22nd as The Longest Day, we might think of it as The Shortest Night. But we are largely, for all our inclinations to push the envelope of bed time, Day People. This is especially true when the weather is pleasant-- bright but not too hot, and devoid, as June often is, of snow and sleet and slush.
But much as we enjoy these long days, I dislike crossing the mark, because as soon we get here, the days immediately start to get shorter, the long slide down to December 21st begins, and even as the weather continues it's odd, time lagged increase of warmth despite fewer minutes of sunshine every day, there seems to be a chill in the heat, a harbinger of long, cold Winter Nights and short, cold Winter Days.
This is ridiculous of course, but there it is. Some people are afraid of cats, others won't fly, and there are those of us who dread the coming of the Summer Solstice because it means the days will start to get shorter. Actually, this makes perfect sense, unlike fear of cats or flight, but one tries to be diplomatic.
Enjoy the weather. It won't last.