I think I am the summer solstice grinch. No celebrating the longest day for me. Oh no. I'm too busy mourning the fact that tomorrow will have fractionally less daylight than today. And the next day less than that. And the next day, and the next day.... Might as well be resigned to our fate and just go get the snow gear out of storage now, yeah?
It would make much more sense to me to have the summer solstice at the end of summer. After a whole season of sun-filled fun and sun-ripened tomatoes and sun-warmed peaches and just reaping the sun's goodness in a plethora of ways I would be quite happy to say thank you for your hard work sun, it was good while it lasted, see you next year.
But June? Swimming hasn't even started for the girls yet, we're still just harvesting the Spring veggies, the tomatoes are thigh high and covered in flowers but not really reminiscent of long summer days and it just feels wrong to be on the downhill slide into winter already.
Commiserations on the Summer Solstice to all.
And I don't want to hear a word from anyone in the southern hemisphere...