Gotta love this Google doodle by Takashi Murakami in honor of the summer solstice. It kicks in at 1:16 p.m. Tuesday. Are you ready? I don't know about you, but I wait the entire year for this day. Summer is my time.
And it isn't just the first day of summer; it's the longest day of the year, too, albeit by just a fraction of a second. I don't care. I'm going to make the most of it. Maybe I'll use that time to blog an extra word or two.
You might want to pull some weeds, water the potted plants or pull some suckers off your tomatoes.
OK, so we don't actually have more time. The day is still 24 hours long. But the day-night ratio leans in favor of daylight. This has everything to do with the way Earth is tilted on its axis and pointing more toward the sun than on any other day.
But no matter. Summer just plain makes me happy. There's no other way to say it, aside from that perhaps I suffer from a form of seasonal affective disorder in the winter. My mood really gets a lift when I'm out in the sun.
It's a primitive, sunlight-exposure thing, I guess. Plus, the bold display of colors spilling out of my garden this time of year also makes me happy. And the sun is hanging directly overhead in the Tropic of Cancer, which is the realm of my Zodiac sign, so maybe that's why I love summer so much.
This is all counter to my feelings about the winter solstice, which, as you might have guessed, is the complete opposite -- the shortest day of the year.