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Index | Next => At 19:10 UTC (or what we called Greenwich Mean Time when I was young) this planet will pass the Summer Solstice. Well, I guess it's a solstice, as our subscribers in Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa will be starting their Winter. But here in the north it's a pleasant prospect, and my lawn mower is broken.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its
own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the
grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy
that we can scarcely mark their progress. To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier
state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be
short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill
of fruit, and our swelter of heat we say we have had our day. Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter
chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come. Steep thyself in a bowl of summertime. A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the
breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
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