Sunlight

Friday night was the last sunset at Barrow until August 2.

Even at our more modest latitude, we have begun the dizzying arc of daylight that will cast us up on the far side of the summer spent and exhausted.

I planted wildflower seeds in the planters on the deck yesterday. I would like to encourage more wildflowers in the yard, but since Denny got the backhoe and bulldozer, there doesn't seem to be any safe place to put a perennial garden.

The pot of chives on the deck is showing signs of life--it is always the first of my plants to come back after the winter--and the first shoots of grass are beginning to stick up through the debris of last years' growth. There is already quite a bit of green down in town and the leaf buds are starting to swell on the trees.

It was a beautiful, still morning when I drove into work at 5:30. If the temperature had been twenty degrees warmer, it could have passed for a summer morning back in the States, but at thirty-three degrees, there were pockets of frost in town. The sun topped the mountains at the head of the bay at ten minutes before six.

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