Post 21/2025 Goshen, Indiana: Summer solstice arrives tonight in the Northern Hemisphere. Longest day, shortest night. Fairbanks, Alaska will have almost 22 hours of daylight. The sun is still shining as I start this blog. It will be a short one. I haven’t got all night. No 22 hours of daylight here in northern Indiana.
Makes me think of the time we were visiting the Lake District in England and we could read by natural light at 11pm. Saved feeding the electric meter another pound sterling.
A photo story of our meanderings
The photos are scenes from some of our walks (notably early morning from the Goshen Dam), sidewalk message on the way to the library, a newly paved walkway on the Greencroft campus, resident gardens, a heron strolling by, a downpour with high winds, the cover of the first musical of the season at Wagon Wheel Centre for the Arts–followed by a brief comment on puzzles.
Puzzles
Just this year I started to work on a few word puzzles, mainly from The New York Times. Wordle is my go-to one. I’m doing well at it, managing to keep solve-vent most of the time. Spelling Bee often has me cornered, by that I mean I take an inordinate amount of time to find the words, refusing to give up until I reach the top or second top tier. I’ll do Wordle and a few others every morning, but leave Spelling Bee for once a week.
That’s my register for the week, as night falls.
A happy balance of the long and short in your days ahead.
-John
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Nice photo of the Swans and their Cygnets! Happy Solstice!
Monty & Ginger
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Thank you, Monty and Ginger. The Cygnets must be near-adults by now. Certainly the Canada Goose goslings are, as one might say, “Oh, how you have grown.”
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Hi John and Marty,
It’s going to be a hot summer solstice. Heat always signifies the end of the school year. Alexander is done but Christopher has the coming week yet. I can’t imagine 36 degrees without air conditioning. The lazy hazy days of summer. Glad I’m not baling hay!
Enjoyed the pictures.
Kaye
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Ha, ha, Kaye, once upon a time we baled hay and like, Les, drank warm tea. And root beer. And plenty of water. Grapefruit mix. Ginger ale, too, if we could raid Sandy’s stash. Oh, the warm memories.
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