Living in a tourist area, the summer season is supposed to begin on Memorial Day and come to a clattering halt on Labor Day. Period. After Labor Day, ye shall cease wearing white shoes and clogging up my local roads. Actually, I don't believe that at all. I am a stickler about acknowledging solstices and equinoxes as the passage of one season to the next. You'll find me grumbling "Summer hasn't officially started" at the end of May and tipping my hat to it mid June.
This year, it seems to me that summer really has ended on Labor Day. Over the course of two days the leaves on our dogwood have all turned. It's been deliciously cool and breezy. I've felt the urge to read period novels, make caramel apples and shop for warm socks. We pulled the plug on our sad spindly tomatoes on Saturday and with that summer just started circling the drain. I could have spent Labor Day manning the grill.Instead, I happily made braised lamb shanks and cassoulet, rosemary scones and cookies.
The summer was a weird transition time for me. Often lonely and anxious about the future. I think I'm happy to leave it behind me and go acorn hunting.
sigh.
i feel much the same although we hardly had a summer. june was the rainy season and the lack of any extended heat wave, while lovely for sure, leaves me feeling that a season was misplaced.
but all hail the fall!
Posted by: magpiejst | Monday, September 14, 2009 at 04:23 PM
I agree...summer has come and gone in a blink of an eye--let's make the best of fall! Btw--that meal sounded delicious!!
best-c
Posted by: c.m. jackson | Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 12:05 AM