It seems just like yesterday that we were all looking forward to Memorial Day, and to school being out for the summer, and to those lazy days and relaxing schedules of summer. Moving into the second week of September, it is difficult to believe that summer has come and gone, the gardens that we planted and watered will soon be put to bed for the winter, and days are shorter....nights are longer.
It seems like yesterday that the lakes were dotted with boats...........and now the lakes stand still and empty.
It seems like yesterday that the beaches were full of vacationers.........and now the beaches are quiet and solemn.
As we walk the streets of a busy summer resort the second weekend in September, it is evident that the summer season has ended. The restaurants and shops that are still open through September, stand empty.
Ice cream shops and boat houses have closed their shutters and doors.
And time stands still.
For me, this "in between" time lacks character. After the bright colors and hot sun of summer, I stand in a time warp until Autumn displays it's vivid and dramatic canvas of color. It isn't until the walkways are covered in fallen leaves and the colors begin to symbolize the harvest, that I regain excitement for the changing season.
Perhaps this period of transition is meant to provide a short respite for us before the magic of Autumn sets in
and we begin to think of corn stalks, bales of hay, pumpkins and gourds..... and we can begin again to express our own creativity.
While this enchanting season of summer comes to an end.....
and we say goodbye to the wonderful memories that we made over the last three months....
We begin to think of..... cinnamon, red and burnt orange..... of witches, ghosts and goblins..... of bright full moons, and candles lighting the table. Each ending season is nostalgic in it's own way, but the one that hits me the hardest is the closing of the summer. It is like turning the last page in a fairy tale.