Tomorrow is the Summer Solstice, Midsummer’s Day, although most of the modern world will claim, belatedly, that it’s the first day of summer. As if the season would begin on the day or two before the hours of daylight, which in themselves define summer, would begin to wane.
Tonight, then, is the fabled Midsummer’s Eve. It makes me think of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, of Oberon, Titania, and Bottom making an ass of himself, both figuratively and literally.
A couple of years ago at this season I took the photo below at 2:20 a.m. It gives you an idea of the daylight we get at the Summer Solstice.
A view from the homestead in the early hours of a summer's day (photo: Mark Zeiger).
