Today is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. In Hawaii, the time of night when it gets dark doesn’t vary terribly throughout the year. Something to do with its latitude, I suppose. But if you’ll recall, now we’re in Montana, where it’s light out until 10:30pm this time of year, which has thrown us all for a loop.
The night before last, we had a huge thunderstorm. My 3 year old daughter was not impressed, to say the least. In fact, she was like a puppy- as soon as she heard it, she panicked and jumped into my arms until it was over. We have a roof overhanging the front deck of our cabin by a good 6 feet or so, and our front door was getting pelted by sideways hail. In June. We were inside our little cabin with the wood stove just cooking, cozied up in the sleeping bags and watching the lightning, and thinking how it had been 85 and sunny just the day before. And this morning, this first day of summer, we woke up to fresh snow in the mountains around us.
The whole scene reminded me of a book that my mom has been reading with my kids- Fletcher and the Springtime Blossoms.”
I included Fletcher and the Falling Leaves in my Ten Favorite Books About Autumn list last year. In this one, winter has passed and yet Fletcher sees white stuff flying through the air down in the orchard. He runs to warn his friends that winter is not over, it’s still snowing- the birds must fly back south, the bunnies must find more grass, and the porcupine needs to go back to bed. Of course, when they all run down to the meadow, they see that the “snow” Fletcher had seen was in fact cherry blossoms, a beautiful symbol of springtime.
One of the things I was really looking forward to in our move back to the mainland was the return of four seasons. You might remind me of that in January when we’re snowed in and the temperature is below zero, of course, but for right now, on this first day of summer, I’m enjoying the variety.