Summer

Today is the summer solstice.

I used to know a chap who on this day each year would say 'Nights are drawing in, now', but in fact, due to the curvature of the Earth or some such, they won't be drawing in for two or three days.

Still, it's depressing.

Umbria is going through a nice warm, dry patch (32C yesterday) and the long summer evenings of eating outside are beginning. The fireflies are still with us, and the cicale are scratching in the undergrowth and all is right with the world, so I don't care if the nights are drawing in.