Last night I thought I'd go to bed early. Him Indoors wasn't home yet, so I thought I'd let the puppy come and lie on the bed and he could take her out and put her to her bed when he got home. Stupid idea. She pee-ed on the bed and was nearly advertised on Ebay immediately. £11 to get the duvet cleaned. Grrrrrr! Anyway, she IS cute and won a reprieve. I've just taken her out for tonight's goodnight visit to the garden. Today is the June Solstice. I've always called it the Summer Solstice but t'internet has just pointed out to me that, of course, in the Southern Hemisphere this is the Winter Solstice. Tonight, here, in the garden with Flora, at 11pm, it still wasn't dark. On its way, but definitely by no means dark.
It's a sad reflection on my miseryguts glass-is-half-empty personality that I feel sad now that as of tomorrow, the days get shorter for the next six months. O me miserum! Woe is me! I don't really care if the weather's hot or cold, within reason, though of course I do prefer when it's not raining. But above all, it's the light I like. I don't like grey days so much and I'm not a fan of the winter. I like a bright day, winter or summer, and I like light evenings. In winter here it's getting dark by 4pm.
I guess that's why I like this description of heaven, from the last chapter of the last book of the Bible: "There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light". Woohoo! That'll be fab.