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Er, as far as day length is concerned, the summer solstice (longest hours of daylight) occurs on or around June 30.
June 1st is only29 days away, from the solstice, so has a very generous amount of daylight.
September 1st, however, is 62 days away from the solstice and has considerably shorter daylight hours.
I tend to think that how one approaches September can be influenced by how the summer has been - an OK June and July followed by a cold wet August does tend to make September a less attractive proposition than after a long hot summer like 2013 .
I am very much a spring and summer person but this year I feel a little less down about it than usual - an Indian summer would however be very welcome .
This year, I've really noticed the shortening days, the condensation on the car in the morning before work and the temperatures dropping. I suppose it's because I've had a long summer, some of it not working and have got used to sitting in the conservatory a lot. Now it's too dark once it gets past 8pm to do this. At least there is still some heat in the sun so at weekends we can still sit in the conservatory! Trouble is, now I work in a place with no windows so I don't see daylight from the minute I get to work until I leave, except at lunchtime.
I am also aware that in another month or so, I shall be cold until spring next year and I hate the thought of it. As others have said, an Indian summer would be great.
Roll on Spring and Summer. I dislike Autumn and Winter, no sun, grey skies, high winds, rain, frost, snow, you can keep them. Funnily enough I like living here.
I wd never presume to living beyond the biblical three-score-and-ten - so I 'm in December already.
I met a friend out walking. He's ninety. He was sitting down looking at the river and grumbling that his therapist was telling him not to exercise so strenuously. 'Remember', said the therapist, 'you're not seventy'.
I met a friend out walking. He's ninety. He was sitting down looking at the river and grumbling that his therapist was telling him not to exercise so strenuously. 'Remember', said the therapist, 'you're not seventy'.
Just saying, vinteuil.
Seventy's about the time the various physical limitations that prevent keeping oneself in peak condition start clicking in, I find...
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