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© by Raymond Alexander Kukkee [caption id="attachment_1668" align="aligncenter" width="584"] Mid-day Fog -Almost Gone[/caption]

Summer Solstice

It was June 21st a couple of days ago, back in the fog of time frittered away, it was  the longest day of the year. Summer solstice, the stuff of legends. Let's play Stonehenge.  Painted faces.  Outdoor parties to sun-up at lakeside all night, everywhere.  Celebrations. Other stuff. In Northwestern Ontario, the longest day of the year doesn't end until the next day.  We have the world's sweetest, fresh evening air to boot, and dark doesn't settle in until 11:00pm or later. Who's watching the clock anyway?  Nobody around the campfires, as sparks blink out on the way up to the universal sky,  that's for sure. No wonder we like camping better. Even in the fog. A few hours and a handful of revelations  later, it's June 22nd, and with the headaches from the celebrations, we suspect  victims didn't  need to  can't see much anyway. Who needs to see anything on Saturday morning? Why would anyone want to see grass needing to be cut? Good thing. it was foggy. Genuine, stick-in-your-eye fog. Caution warranted.  Good old London variety, perhaps. No speeding recklessly across the lawn allowed.

The Fog

In the late morning the fog was stuck  to the grass;  so thick we could have carved it up and stirred it into that life-saving black morning coffee. Muffling all noise,  the eerie silence of fog surrounded, closed in, and made it totally unnecessary to be anywhere. Good thing again. Have you ever noticed fog does that? Brain fog does that too,  I forgot to post this on June 22nd.  I have all kinds of excuses. Busy.  Gardening. Weeding.  Broken lawnmower.  Broken tower. Belt slippage. Out of gas. The human variety of energy waning fast.  I had to fix stuff, being a dedicated self-sufficient DIY'er.  I got distracted.  Great excuses, and everything else was conveniently out of sight-- where the deer prance about in the ever-longer grass, hidden by that stick-in-your-eye fog. No matter. Here we are, smiling happily. Better late than never. Now it's smoking hot out there instead.  Much better.    Is that Incoming I hear? + Photo by author