After an unnaturally long period of weather that could have passed itself off as the tail end of Winter, Summer arrived with a vengeance this week, a few days after the solstice. My guess is that it’s not all that hot, but rather that it’s been such a long time since it’s been hot.

Not surprisingly the heat has left me in a rather languid, wilting state. The past two evenings I curled up on the couch and meandered my way through the literary sensation that was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Watching Harry angst so realistically was a pleasant escape from the fiery furnace outside.

In the coming weeks I’m sure to acclimatize, and am most certainly looking forward to the allotment of beautiful days apportioned to us in New England.