First Day of Summer
It wasn’t when the calendar rolls over to June
Or after the sign out sheet is complete, keys turned in to the office for safekeeping
It wasn’t the first night we turned on the ceiling fan and it still isn’t cool enough to sleep
Or when my daughter arrived home at 2am from her year long study abroad program
It didn’t start with the first dip in the pool, or the first float down the creek
Or even with the first grilled dinner eaten outside under the stars.
It didn’t start with the first ears of early corn from the farmer’s market
Or the Hometown Festival art festival, carnival, and duck race
I saw summer was approaching last week with two belated birthday cards sent after four tennis matches in one week.
It was just around the corner when I finished the book even though it was well past midnight.
It snuck in when I dropped everything to hike with a friend and didn’t pick it up again until the next day.
And summer officially began yesterday
When I had to ask the cashier the date AND the day of the week.
I do love the first day of summer.