I’m a child of summer. Warm days and long evenings illuminated by twilight make my heart sing.
We celebrated the solstice last Saturday with a delicious roasted chicken dinner, a bonfire and mega marshmallow s’mores. Perfection.
I came across new research this morning that indicates my infatuation with soaking up the sun’s rays may actually be a bit of an addiction. The scientists found that the beta-receptors released from 30 minutes of sun exposure bind to the same opioid receptors associated with heroin addiction. Withdrawl symptoms were also comparable. (Check out the details here.)
That’s right, a new vice to feel guilty about. I don’t plan to quit basking in the sunshine most weekends any time soon, but I never visit tanning beds either. Anybody want to be a part-time junky with me? I might even share a s’more with you 🙂
P.S. – We got chickens. I tell them good morning, good night and say hello every time I walk by them in our sun room. Our roommate probably thinks I’m insane for this routine, along with many other reasons. Anyway, we have four Welsummer hens and a rogue, unexpected rooster in the mix. They are moving outside full time soon, and my nose eagerly anticipates the day.
P.P.S. – Our garden is growing like mad.
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