P.S.-Pooh Says...
"What day is it? - 'It's today' - squeaked Piglet. 'My favourite day' - said Pooh."- A.A. Milne
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” -Charles Bowden
I know, I know, every Labor Day I fuss and whine, but here it is again-a summer sailed away without me on the boat and all I have to show for a summer lost are some mosquito bites. Today while I flip the calendar pages to September, yes I still do real calendars!, I think didn't I just turn those same pages to June? I am struck by time again... the time I never have to sit with summer, the time lost, the time I spend on so many things that just don't have my heart or my head but have to be done, the time to be with summer still.
Is it growing older that makes 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 June, July... A blink and suddenly the skies grow
dark earlier, scarecrows and even bags of trick or treat candy are
everywhere,leaves and acorns start to drop...and suddenly September.
Labor Day weekend of course always feels like an abrupt and an
unwelcome end to summer. For me this year it is particularly unsettling
as summer 2019 was just so wrong in so many ways. The weather caused my hair to look like a brillow pad , the
news was, and is, a numbing continuous storm of anxiety and horror, and even the gardens of Camp MP lost their bloomin' heads-growing out
of bounds like a jungle or in some spots showing no effort or joyful
blooms where there should have been an abundance,as every critter ruled and burrowed and chomped away...and I
was just plain grumpy along with it. I can't even count on two fingers when I got to
just sit and do a summer day, lazy days with a book-in fact the pile of
books that called in May remain unopened.
Can I get a Do-Over on summer
2019???
via
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language." -Henry James
I want to slow everything! down and not have to be here on Labor Day saying .."wait, wait, what happened to my summer?" It's a
blur and I just want to sit for a bit and hold to "the best of what might be." Summer after all is supposed to be the time of year that everything moves like a snail , 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, and of course baseball on the radio...
September in New England should not to be dismissed, the skies are glorious and the weather rides the change toward sweater weather. This weekend, however, is a marker, closing the
door on "true summer" the season that gives us permission to Go Play
Outside. With Labor Day we have to come in, toss the flip flops aside
and put on "practical shoes" --we have to Go Back to School and back to
our desks piled high with all the things we said we would get to "after
Labor Day". Just this week there have been subtle signs of the season changing ... dry leaves turned on the trees, Mums filling the nurseries, Halloween cards on the racks and my favorite-the "plunking" of acorns as they fall and hit my neighbor's deck. Mother Nature is serious about her calendar even if I am not. I cling to summer well into November! when you will still see my flip flops by the back door.
Don't
get me wrong, I adore the fall- crisp air, glorious colors, tweeds,and crunchy knits, the scent of cinnamon and apples, piles of pumpkins, the whole New England postcard. Soon I will start digging out the tired blooms and replace them with happy faced fall
pansies and curly pink flowering kale.
I might even run for the needles and cast on some cables!!
Labor
Day, however, means we have to be grown ups again, not something I ever enjoy! OK, maybe September is not such a bad thing, but you
sort of get used to wearing your summer brain. The new season does
means a new start-we all remember what the day after Labor Day always meant-new shoes, new outfit, a fresh box of crayons, a new teacher, a clean chalk board and a
brand new year--much more fun than New Year's Day!
So I suppose there is no reason Fall can't welcome in a whole sparkling start-I sort of like the idea!---after this very grumpy 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.
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those
summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of
beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a
fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and
delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in
this world.” ~Lucy Maud Montgomery
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” -Charles Bowden
I cannot quite get my head around this summer-I know, I know, I whine about this every Labor Day weekend, but here it is again-a summer sails away. It is going to feel like 100 degrees out there today but still I just flipped the calendar pages to September,yes I still do real calendars! Didn't I just turn those same pages to June? Is it growing older 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 June, July... A blink and suddenly the skies grow dark earlier, scarecrows and even bags of trick or treat candy are everywhere,leaves start to drop...and suddenly September.
Labor Day weekend of course always feels like an abrupt and an unwelcome end to summer. For me this year it is particularly unsettling as summer 2018 was just so grumpy. The weather was grumpy, the news was grumpy and even the gardens of Camp MP were grumpy-growing out of bounds like a jungle or in some spots showing no effort or joyful blooms at all as the critters ruled and burrowed and chomped away...and I was grumpy along with it. I can count on two fingers when I got to just sit and do a summer day, lazy days with a book-in fact the pile of books that called in May remain unopened. Can I get a Do-Over on summer 2018??? Mainly I want to slow it down and not have the golden days be a blur and just hold to "the best of what might be."
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language." -Henry James
Summer after all is supposed to be 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, and of course baseball on the radio...
September in New England should not to be dismissed, the skies are glorious and the weather rides the change toward sweater weather. This weekend, however, is a marker, closing the
door on "true summer" the season that gives us permission to Go Play
Outside. With Labor Day we have to come in, toss the flip flops aside
and put "practical shoes" on--we have to Go Back to School and back to
our desks piled high with all the things we said we would get to "after
Labor Day". Just this week there have been subtle signs of the season changing ...a few dry leaves turned on the trees, Mums filling the nurseries, Halloween cards on the racks and my favorite-the "plunking" of acorns as they fall and hit my neighbor's deck. Mother Nature is serious about her calendar even if I am not. I cling to summer well into November!
Don't
get me wrong, I adore the fall- crisp air, glorious colors, tweeds,and crunchy knits, the scent of cinnamon and apples, piles of pumpkins, the whole New England bit. Soon I will start digging out the tired blooms and replace them with happy faced fall
pansies and curly pink flowering kale. I might even run for the needles and cast on some cables!!
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 grumpy 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.
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those
summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of
beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a
fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and
delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in
this world.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language." -Henry James
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...
Of course we will have lots of lovely days ahead-nothing nicer than
September in New England. This weekend,however, is a marker, closing the
door on "true summer" the season that gives us permission to Go Play
Outside. With Labor Day we have to come in, toss the flip flops aside
and put "practical shoes" on--we have to Go Back to School and back to
our desks piled high with all the things we said we would get to "after
Labor Day". Just this week there have been subtle signs of the season changing ...a few dry leaves turned on the trees, Mums filling the nurseries, Halloween cards on the racks and my favorite-the "plunking" of acorns as they fall and hit my neighbor's deck. Mother Nature is serious about her calendar even if I am not. I cling to summer well into November!
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.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” -Charles Bowden
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those
summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of
beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a
fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and
delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in
this world.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language." -Henry James
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 rare breeze through the screen doors. The hydrangeas were NOT happy this summer, and I had little time to spend with them to help them along through this hottest driest summer. 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 2016???
Of course, hurricane season willing, we will have lots of lovely days ahead-nothing nicer than September in New England. This weekend,however, is a marker, closing the door on "true summer" the season that gives us permission to Go Play Outside. With Labor Day we have to come in, toss the flip flops aside and put "practical shoes" on--we have to Go Back to School and back to our desks piled high with all the things we said we would get to "after Labor Day".
This summer has been too hot to move too far and water was nowhere to be seen from the skies. We all groused as we fanned ourselves as if we were southern summer girls. Just this week there have been subtle signs of the season changing ...a few dry leaves turned on the trees, Mums filling the nurseries, Halloween cards on the racks and my favorite-the "plunking" of acorns as they fall and hit my neighbor's deck. Mother Nature is serious about her calendar even if I am not. I cling to summer well into November!
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...
Don't get me wrong I adore the fall- crisp air, amazing colors, tweeds, crunchy knits, apples, pumpkins, football the whole bit...but Labor Day 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 it still can't welcome in a new start-I like the idea!--- 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.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” -Charles Bowden
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those
summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of
beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a
fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and
delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in
this world.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language." -Henry James
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.
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 without me. All I saw of summer days were my painted toes peeking out from my Jacks and rides with the top down and breezes through the screen doors. The hydrangeas were happy, but I had little time to spend with them and they let me know by leaping all about and crowding the gardens. 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. Ahh well, no use pouting over lost beach days but...can I get a Mulligan on summer 2015???
Of course we will have lots of lovely days ahead-nothing nicer than September in New England, and the beaches are wonderfully empty...but this weekend closes the door on "true summer" the season that gives us permission to Go Play Outside. With Labor Day we have to come in, toss the flip flop aside and put "practical shoes" on--we have to Go Back to School and back to our desks piled high with all the things we said we would get to "after Labor Day".
There are have been subtle signs of the season changing all week as there always is the last week of August...a few leaves turned on the trees, Mums filling the nurseries, Halloween cards on the racks and my favorite-the "plunking" of acorns as they fall and hit my neighbors deck. Mother Nature is serious about her calendar even if I am not. I cling to summer well into November :)
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 perfect 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, baseball on the radio(another team not mine this summer)...
Don't get me wrong I adore the fall- crisp air, amazing colors, tweeds, crunchy knits, apples, pumpkins, football the whole bit...but Labor Day 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-everyone 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 it still can't welcome in a new start-I like the idea!--- but if its OK with everyone I'll still leave my flip flops by the back door for at least a few more weeks.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” -Charles Bowden
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those
summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of
beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a
fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and
delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in
this world.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the
two most beautiful words in the English language." -Henry James
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 please.
Labor Day weekend has always been an abrupt and an unwelcome end to summer. Of course we will have lots of lovely days ahead-nothing nicer than September in New England, and the beaches are wonderfully empty...but this weekend closes the door on "true summer" the season that gives us permission to Go Play Outside. With Labor Day we have to come in, toss the flip flop aside and put "practical shoes" on--we have to Go Back to School and back to our desks piled high with all the things we said we would get to "after Labor Day".
There are have been subtle signs of the season changing all week as there always is the last week of August...a few leaves turned on the trees, Mums filling the nurseries, Halloween cards on the racks and my favorite-the "plunking" of acorns as they fall and hit my neighbors deck. Mother Nature is serious about her calendar even if I am not. I cling to summer well into November :)
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 perfect 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, baseball on the radio(another team not mine this summer)...
Don't get me wrong I adore the fall- crisp air, amazing colors, tweeds, crunchy knits, apples, pumpkins, football the whole bit...but Labor Day 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-everyone 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 it still can't welcome in a new start-I like the idea!--- but if its OK with everyone I'll still leave my flip flops by the back door for at least a few more weeks.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” -Charles Bowden
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those
summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of
beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a
fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and
delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in
this world.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery
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