Is it growing older, growing up, that make Summertime fly? How often in the past few days have you heard "Can you believe it is Labor Day?" NO! I CANNOT! Someone go find me July and August please. I blinked and the calendar said September.
Labor Day weekend has always been an abrupt and an unwelcome end to summer. For me this year it is particularly unsettling as summer moved on once again without me. All I saw of summer days were my painted toes peeking out from my Jacks, rides with the top down coming and going from the office, and the smiling summer breeze through the screen doors. No sandy feet, no drives along the coast, no long lazy days with a book-in fact the pile of books that called in May remain unopened. No use whining over lost beach days but...can I get a Do-Over on summer 2017??? This summer has been unsettling, to say the least, for many of us in so many ways, and a catastrophic hurricane as an exclamation point brings us all to a stop-reminding us that the beautiful days should be treasured. It is as the cliches tell us -the small joys that matter. So, I am holding to summer's treasures.
Summer is the time of year that everything slows down, nothing much is scheduled of a serious nature during the summer months- everyone is away, or going away, or just coming back from being away...and in summer it is not only perfectly acceptable, but also fashionable, to be lazy and just sit with a book. Nights are slow in coming and have a special air with sounds that open windows welcome in-dogs barking, kids riding by on their bikes, night crickets, baseball on the radio...
Summer is the time of year that everything slows down, nothing much is scheduled of a serious nature during the summer months- everyone is away, or going away, or just coming back from being away...and in summer it is not only perfectly acceptable, but also fashionable, to be lazy and just sit with a book. Nights are slow in coming and have a special air with sounds that open windows welcome in-dogs barking, kids riding by on their bikes, night crickets, baseball on the radio...
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Don't
get me wrong I adore the fall- crisp air, amazing colors, tweeds,
crunchy knits, the scent of cinnamon and apples, pumpkins, football
the whole New England bit. I dream of casting on yummy cable knits on
my needles and digging out the tired blooms replacing with smiling fall
pansies and curly flowering kale. Labor
Day,however, means we have to be grown ups again, not such a bad thing but you
sort of get used to wearing your summer brain. The new season also
means a new start-every one of us remembers what the day after Labor
day always meant-new shoes, a fresh box of crayons, a new teacher and a
brand new year--much more fun than New Year's Day!
No reason Fall can't welcome in a whole new start-I like the idea!---after this exhausting summer how welcome hitting restart would be-if only!! but if its OK with
everyone I'll delay rowing the boat ashore just yet, and leave my flip
flops by the back door for at least a few more weeks.
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