Tomorrow is the middle of August. August is still before that magic holiday that somehow marks the end of fun days and vacation days. Labor Day is not until September. To me, Labor Day is the day that marks the end of summer. It’s like the door closing on so many things. Pools close, parks close, kids leave the streets, playgrounds empty… it all goes hand in hand.
This year, though, I have noticed that summer appears to have ended sooner than I expected. We went to the pool today and realized there were only four more swim days left. Our neighborhood, although always quiet, seems even more desolate. The leaves seem to be falling already in the back yard. (Of course, that could be from the heat and not much rain).
The stores all have back to school sales and items and signs coaxing people into buying school supplies within.
It’s not that I am a big fan of summer, I am not. I love autumn. I love cooler weather. This year, however, summer seems to have slipped by, making an early exit.
A part of me wants to follow the trend. I want to remove my wreath with its red, white and blue decorations and replace it with my wreath filled with oranges and browns. I want to pull out my pumpkins and go ahead with autumn. Something is keeping me from doing that this year. I want to hang on to summer just a bit longer. I want to complain about the heat and humidity and mosquitoes just a bit more.
Time seems to be flying by too quickly. I haven’t felt this way since I was in school myself and didn’t want to have a schedule yet. But, school is starting for children. Neighbors are packing up their college age children with dormitory things filling the back of pick up trucks. Friends who are teachers are heading back to the classroom, and I , I must let go of summer.
I know it will not hurt to let go of this season, it never does. Autumn has so many wonderful things about it. But, I cannot deny a small sadness within me that is sorry to see summer end this year.
There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go? ~ Joe Wheeler
Enjoy the remaining days of summer, have a bar-b-que, plan a picnic, enjoy the bugs and ants and mosquitoes, for soon, we will complain about the ice, the cold, the wind and having to wear a sweater or coat. DAF