Summer solstice

about a half hour ago.

Days start getting shorter tomorrow.

I love how long the day is and that it is light late...

It will actually be some days before any change in the length of day will be seen...

:hi:

It's just after 5:30 here in Central CA, 103 degrees, and I just went swimming.

May have to go back into the pool to honor the Summer Gods! :hi:

Whoa_Nelly!

Good to see you tonight, sweetie!

:loveya:

:bounce: :hi: :bounce:

Am glad to read you broke through your writer's block! :loveya:

*sigh of relief*

Did some more stuff today...

Not great, not deathless, but still!

:bounce: :bounce:

:loveya:

(Midsummer Night Dream)

FLUTE
O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would
never tire.

Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head
BOTTOM
If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
QUINCE
O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray,
masters! fly, masters! Help!

Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING
PUCK
I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

Exit
BOTTOM
Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to
make me afeard.

Re-enter SNOUT
SNOUT
O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
BOTTOM
What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do
you?

Exit SNOUT

Re-enter QUINCE
QUINCE
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art
translated.

Exit
BOTTOM
I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
I am not afraid.

Sings
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill,--