Summer Solstice

I love this day but yet I dislike this day.

First Day of Summer:

Summer is my least favorite season. Heat. Drought. Bugs. Work. Long days mean lots of work. We’re outside working usually til nearly dark. These days, I’ll come in, fix myself a glass of water, sit down and play with Oscar. Go back out. After while Vince goes in, fixes himself a glass of water, sits down and plays with Oscar. I feel like Oscar is sad that we’re not inside more with him. There’s a guy coming today or tomorrow to talk about putting up a fence so, at least some of what we do outside, Oscar could be out with us. All the work is what we’ve created. We could have left all the established green shrubs, not planted a garden and we would have way less outside work but . . we didn’t do it that way.

When we left Texas, Vince said that he was going to have a sprinkler system installed and we weren’t going to have much outside work to do at all. How quickly we forgot!

Shorter Days:

Today is the longest day of the year, which means it’s the shortest night. I love winter when the days are short. There’s not much to do outside. We’re inside. Soups are good meals. There’s more time for stitching, reading, sitting and talking, playing with Oscar! It seems like the winters pass so quickly and the summers drag on forever.

I suppose since we’ve already had temps near 100 degrees for several weeks, and it will be probably mid-October before it starts to really feel like Fall, it feels like summer drags on forever.

For those who don’t like winter, it probably seems the same . . will it ever end? For us, we don’t have weeks and weeks of snow. It will snow, last a few days, melt and then we’ll have days where we can go out without jackets, then we have snow and the cycle continues. We plan ahead and anything we need, we run out and get it once the snow has melted and the parking lots are clear. If we had snow on the ground from October til March, I’d probably be not so in love with winter.

Also, having Oscar is going to make my winters a bit more uncomfortable. He’s getting better. Instead of taking him out every 20 minutes, I feel pretty safe taking him out every hour now. There will come a time, hopefully before snow, when he will do fine going out four or five times a day.

But, no matter how I feel about any of this, summer is officially here. It’s hot. It’s dry. Time flies and I know that fall will be here soon enough.