At its zenith. Earth tips and turns. Most won’t notice for a couplefew months, September really. The dry cool air, kids in school, suddenly the days are short again.
Right after undergrad, I had a landlady in Camden for a summer. She was processing fresh peas on the porch on a wicker loveseat with a gargantuan American flag behind her, hung seasonally. She told me “It’s all over after June.” I couldn’t believe it, countering “But July and August!.,.”
Her gnarled hands kept processing as her head mildly swept back and forth. She wasn’t hearing it from me, and I do now understand what she meant, but I can’t say I completely agree. What I acknowledge is the shift. The explosion of spring peaks, nothing is really dying back, lawns are soft and verdant, the air heavy with decadent scents of birth and growth.
She must’ve felt that it was the end of that bloom, the onset of death, hovering and about to begin its work. I hear that, feel it, and a couple hours up the coast have the luxury of a slight delay on that death spiral…
Even with a rain delay as the DayHill effect collapsed, 15 1/2 hours of daylight sure is handy. I was able to get a few more things done but I didn’t drive the ladened wheelbarrow back and forth across the soaked lawn.
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