|All decked out in summer colors, as if celebrating the passing solstice, this common daylily—along with a few dozen others—was in bloom this morning at the top of the driveway hill.|
Summer officially began hereabouts about three hours ago. According to the almanac, at 1:16 p.m. EDT, to be more or less exact. How, you might wonder, can "exact" not be exactly exact? Well, the farther west you live in your particular time zone, the later events such as sunrise and sunset occur. I think this also applies to the moment of the solstice—"think" being my out in case I'm wrong. If true, then the solstice occurred here about 2:02 p.m. EDT.
Either way, it is now summer…and feels like it, being a sweltering 88˚F and seriously muggy. Of course it barely managed 70˚F yesterday, and then only for an hour or two, and was chilly and pouring rain the rest of the time. All of which is why I'm not planting stuff. I tried, several times—but while I can dig the holes, I can't fill in around them or prepare the beds beforehand because my piles of topsoil, though compost-augmented, are still sopping wet heaps of muddy lumps. It's going to take at least another day of drying out before I can break the dirt apart into particles fine enough to do a good job of properly seating my plants in their new homes.
Unfortunately, even as I now type this post, the sky is heavily overcast and growing darker by the minute. Thunder is rumbling all around, coming closer. Muggy turned to a suffocating clammy before the wind kicked up a minute ago—and now the air feels wet and the temperature is dropping. The weather prognosticators say rain tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night, and possibly Thursday and Thursday night, as well.
I don't know why any of this should surprise me…