‘days are longer’ (but not for long)
‘DAYS ARE LONGER,’ I wrote ever so carefully 54 years ago, hoping for a star in penmanship from the teacher. It was May 4, as in 5/4 (and if you like numerology, it will make you smile that I was born in 1954 to boot). So is it coincidence or conscious thought that brought this faded page from my earliest writings to mind on June 20, 2015, the solstice eve? Starting the 21st at 12:38 PM EDT, I can’t write that with conviction any longer, at least not till December sometime.
Happy solstice and summer, garden friends. Enjoy those last moments of expansiveness, before the subtle but inexorable you-know-what side of the equation begins.