Why does 8 p.m. in Minnesota summers feel like the beginning of the evening but the end of the day during the winter? It always amazes me how much the sun affects our lives.
I’m not a fan of the heat it produces but I love the light.
I love how it fuels my energy all through the day and into the night.
I love to see my broccoli and jalapeno peppers start to sprout in the vegetable garden.
I get immense pleasure in sitting on my deck, surrounded by the container flowers I planted in the spring, having a drink with my son and playing Scrabble with my daughter.
This month is the reason we Minnesotans live here. It’s the stuff of my dreams that I hold onto through our state’s icy winters.
If this quote doesn’t affectionately and accurately summarize my feelings, then nothing does:
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
-James Russell Lowell
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