Poor Will’s Almanack By Bill Felker Summer winds is sniffin’ round the bloomin’ locus’ trees; And the clover in the pasture is a big day fer the bees, And they been a-swiggin’ honey, above board and on the sly, Tel they stutter in theyr buzzin’ and stagger as they fly. – James Whitcomb Riley The Sun The sun is within six degrees of its highest position in the sky, and the progress to summer slows from approximately 5 percent per week, to about half that.