I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The First Days of Summer

that beautiful season...

Filled was the air
 with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new created
in all the freshness
of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The endlessly long summer evenings always seem magical to me....

Here on the very edge of our continent, sunset comes late, the blue gloaming, the nautical twilght, lasts for hours...and the sun returns almost before you've had a chance to to tuck in under a summer quilt for a brief restless sleep.

So exciting: summer is here! 

I came home from my beach walk tonight at 9.30....

It was still light out....

[In December, this twilight time will arrive at  3.30PM.]

Now, in June, the sky begins to brighten by 4.30 AM on this longest day.

No wonder that since ancient times, the summer solstice, the longest day, has been noted,

and treasured...

revered for each magic hour....



gone to the beach....


  1. So very lovely! I am headed to my beloved sea this weekend. I can't wait to feel the sand under my toes and to find new bits of glass and shell. Kit

  2. I will think of you sitting at the beach and enjoying the breeze on your face. I will do so with envy.

    No beaches in the offing, but plenty of sand and dry river beds.

    Happy Solstice.


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