One of the little curiosities from checking the local Wunderground weather site is its description of how many hours of daylight there are in each particular day.
Earlier this week it said there would be twelve fewer seconds of it on the morrow.
Then eight.
Now five.
It’s like the sun is slowing down getting ready for the big party on Saturday: Solstice!
I need to remember to check then to see if the earth holds its breath lightly or will it already be inhaling for the songs of spring that want to be sung.
I saw two ravens flirting at the top of the tallest pine yesterday, clearly marking their spot towards any passing Cooper’s hawk.
Like people who spread their blankets out on the early July grass to stake out the best place to watch the fireworks when hey, guys, it’s only 2 pm.