In the United States and the rest of the northern hemisphere, the first day of the summer season is the day of the year when the Sun is farthest north (on June 20th or 21st). This day is known as the Summer Solstice.
I had fun yesterday. First I saw Foxy -- the REAL Foxy. She grew larger, but she still has her wonderful butterscotch tail. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so we had fun together. Then I ran into Miss Pretty, who was having a grand time running with a pack through the early twilight. I tossed them all some cherries.
Then I saw that all the little black babies in the Baby Tree by the Guard's Gate have gotten much bigger and much bolder. They were actually descending from their secure kingdom of branches to have a look around at the rest of the world.
Then I went over to look for Spunky and there I found Bernie, sitting by the flagpole! All the squirrels had been fed and were now cavorting in the smaller trees over by the side of the building. They were in peaceful and playful moods. Spunky was there stretched out on a limb, and would not come down to me. That was a first -- she must have been VERY well fed! The others were more fun, especially the little ones.
Bernie discovered something strange. Someone had taken a bunch of branches and pushed them into a hole in one of the trees, and at the end of each branch was a gob of black mud, as if someone had tried to plant the branches in the hole! Very strange indeed. Nothing a squirrel could have done.
Then we walked all around the park, which was enchanting as the night descended and the fireflies began blinking at us everywhere. We discussed past squirrel adventures and the state of the world, and it was altogether a good time to be in the park, enjoying summer.