Summer Solstice June 20 2015
The front door clicks closed and the four-paw tap of toenails on the wood floor trails along as we settle back into the cool of our home and get ready for the night. It was my last walk of the day at 945p with Tilloo, our family golden doodle, who is just 11 months. Under haze of the milky way and 80-plus degree humidity, akin only to the tropics, the crescent moon bestowed her wishes on us as the warm tradewinds blew.
Today is the eve of the Summer Solstice in the northern hemisphere, a time for big growth, healthy gardens and abundance all around. Yet in Zone 10, we’ve had more than our share of blazing heat. As a kid growing up in the Northeast, I always clung to the first day of Summer. Summer break meant tan skin, warm nights, open windows with sandy-salty bed linens. There was always a peach pie being made, a mosquito buzzing around and the sound of baseball on TV. Every bedroom was equipped with a big square floor fan, the kind that sounds like a turbo prop. I slept in a twin, a refurbished (hardly) World War II hospital bed. It was some kind of hand-me-down or estate sale number that I thought was cool. And it was. Technically, there were only about 11 weeks of this sense of awesomeness, from the day school let out till Labor Day weekend. When you grow up in an area that has four seasons (which is most of the continental US), three of them can feel like forever while you wait for your favorite.
Today, I no longer wait for my favorite season. I am blessed to have it all year long, just in varying degrees of hot. Summer in the peninsula brings fresh fish, tan skin, sticky nights, sandy bed linens and the refreshingly subtle hum of our air conditioner.