Maybe something is wrong with my stars, but the summer solstice always leaves me feeling off balance. Although there are a lot of things I don’t love about summer, I do love the lengthening days, which leave more time to sit on the back porch sipping a glass of wine, waiting for the deer (a doe and a fawn, this summer) to make their early evening appearance. Yet the solstice always seems to come just as summer gets going. It seems like the days should still be expanding. The longest day shouldn’t have come last weekend. It should be four or five weeks from now.