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This last Father’s Day marked four years in Alberta. One of the things that struck me when we first moved here was the vast difference in daylight hours during the early summer. Typically, the sun sets in Iowa around nine-ish. Here the evening stretches towards eleven and our wedding in Jasper shortly after solstice that year was illuminated until just after 11 P.M.

It’s rained like a chapter out of Genesis this month. Cloud layer upon gray cloud, puffed up and disgruntled like a woman with PMS has shrouded June in gloom. Solstice nearly passed us by.

How much rain?

Our sump pump drips constantly and water whooshed underfoot like bad Titanic sound effects. The first time I heard it, I thought it was thunder. Not because it was that loud, but because I didn’t know we had a sump pump. In the four years I’ve lived here, it’s never pumped a drip like alone the Athabasca.

Last night and tonight was yellow heaven. It’s nearly 10 PM as I type this and rays of radiance illuminate the bluest skies on the planet.

June can be chilly and summer fickle, but she always gets her glow on at some point. I am pleased I didn’t miss it.