Summer has always been my favorite season. Thoughts of it would begin when the Winter was coming to an end and the temperatures stopped dipping below 40F. It would end for me when I began to think about Winter, which came when the temperature began struggling to maintain 70F. So, this is actually a pretty long time span.
Something unnerving happened to me today. Yes...I'm still working on Stark's garden...weeding and getting things into the ground...happy that, at least, the corn is doing fine. I'm watching the Sun get higher everyday and know that the really hot weather is still ahead of us. So, I'm standing in the garden and it dawns on me: Summer Solstice...June 21st...is just three weeks away and the days will start getting shorter. This psychological turn isn't suppose to happen for three or four months. I've never felt this in May.
Where have you gone, Al Kaline?
Anyone wanna play catch?