Driving back to the farm, I marveled that there was still enough light at 9:30pm to see goats in the pasture. It reminded briefly of the long summer evenings we spent in my grandparents’ backyard playing with the gang of local kids. How thrilled must the adults have been to have us out of the house for so much of the evening.
As pleasant at the thought was, it was fleeting. Almost immediately, I began thinking how dreadful that the days were going to start getting shorter just as summer officially began.
As I made my way down the back porch, already thinking about what I needed to do when I got inside the house, I noticed Bubby, one of our intrepid barn cats, sitting on his perch on the porch railing just outside the kitchen’s screen door.
Bubby sits on the railing every night for about an hour, watching the sun slip into the pockets of the Mohawk Valley.
His days (and most of his nights) are very busy. There’s nary a mouse to be found anywhere in the barn or the garden. Yet still he makes the time for sitting on the porch at sunset.
Perhaps his feline wisdom comes with age (Bubby is nearly 13 years old).
Life, like the days of summer, is always waning.
What did you do with your extra minutes of sunlight?