It’s subtle, but you can sense it. We’re moving inexorably into mid-summer. The lush growth of early spring — as rain-delayed as it was this year — has begun to lose its edge. The spring flowers have bloomed and are settling in to make fruit for later in summer. Blueberries should be coming on in a couple of weeks. Lupine no longer paints the roadsides with its lavenders and creams and blues. I haven’t seen my first fireweed in flower yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see it this week.
And — the surest sign of all — the endless summer twilight has begun to shrink ever so slightly. Remnant daylight still remains until 10 p.m. or so each night, but the subtle change from peak daylight on June 21 has begun to become evident. I try to accept this gracefully, knowing it is part of the annual cycle, but I’ll admit those endless days of late June are part of the appeal of high summer.
The birds are still singing in the woods. Ticks are still looking for free rides. Mosquitoes are still looking for meals at our expense. So, evidence of early summer remains in some forms.
Plenty of summer remains, of course. It’s just a different kind of summer than we knew a few weeks ago.