The Longest Day

Driving back to the farm, I marveled that there was still enough light at 9:30pm to see goats in the pasture.  It reminded briefly of the long summer evenings we spent in my grandparents'  backyard playing with the gang of local kids.  How thrilled must the adults have been to have us out of the house for so much of the evening.

As pleasant at the thought was, it was fleeting.  Almost immediately, I began thinking how dreadful that the days were going to start getting shorter just as summer...