Here on the prairies, winter days are very short, less than 8 hours between dawn and dusk. Yet those days just seem to drag on.
Now it is summer, almost a month since the summer solstice, and we still have more than 16 hours between dawn and dusk. And, being that we are on the flat open prairie with no hills, mountains or forests to block the sunlight, we actually have 17½ hours with sufficient daylight to carry on outdoor activities. Yet these days just fly by.
Life just doesn’t seem fair. Summertime is when we have so many things we want to do outdoors, but there never seems to be enough time to get it all done. I suppose that is the problem: the things we need to do indoors don’t go away, then we try to add in all the things we need to do outdoors.
I don’t recall having this problem when I was a child, I was too busy having fun in the summer. A lot of my play time was spent imitating the things adults called work, but those activities didn’t seem as exhausting as the work adults did. Perhaps a child-like attitude would let me get as much done as I do now, and enjoy it a whole lot more.