I think I've mentioned this before - er - yes, I have. I don't think that the four seasons (if there really are just four) necessarily start and end on the dates we're told they do. Spring comes at least a month before the equinox out here, winter's here when the last maples have lost their leaves, which is late November. But I don't have any trouble with the idea that summer starts at the summer solstice. It really does seem to work out that way.
We belatedly celebrated the beginning of summer by swimming at Armour's. Note the colour of my back - it hasn't seen sun in a long time. The swim was pleasant after a day spent inside, even if it shocked a little at first. A couple weeks of warm weather like this will raise the water temperature, no doubt. But no complaints right now. At least the ocean's cold enough to chill one's apres-swim iced tea.
Right on schedule, the garden has delivered up the beginning of our summer produce. These broad beans are destined for salad, which will also feature a profusion of greens from Dawn's farm. Salad season is a pretty fine thing.
Bring on the Whitaker Beach bonfires, gelato on the Gibsons waterfront, huckleberries and thimbleberries and salmonberries, warm nights on the porch, and the sweet smell of warm forest. Sunshine Coast summertime is here! Hurrah!
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