July 30, 2011
Those summer evenings seem to go on forever when I was growing up – Michigan is rather far west for the time zone, and the House on the Hill had a broad view of the sky in all directions. Sitting out on the front porch (a concrete pad, really) trying to catch a cool breeze, it seemed that it would never be truly dark, it was such a slow, dimming of the evening. There were fireflies to watch, sparklers on the 4th of July and kool aid pops to enjoy. They truly were the long, lazy days – and nights – of summer.