Every Labor Day weekend I put up summer and get out fall. At least, that's the plan. I do put up summer decorations, and I do get fall things out, but I can't seem to get excited about decorating. I've always loved fall with a harvest theme-- pumpkins, scarecrows, mums, and I love crows! I love fall colors. I love cinnamon candles. I love molasses sugar cookies. However, for some reason, I can't seem to let go of summer. I don't know why. This was a hot dry summer. And to be honest, my flowers didn't look their best. I was dealing with 2 new beds, more sun than I have ever had, and even my perennial beds along side of the house didn't do very well. So you would think I would be more than ready to head straight forward into fall and cooler weather.
I have a little book of Summer Meditations by Bernie Sheahan. Perhaps the last chapter in this book sums it all up for me:
" I dread this time of year as summer draws to a close...I hate it...I feel that familiar sense of summer's end, playtime is over...I don't want to! Don't make me! I want summer to last and last. I want to take another trip to the beach...I want to stay in shorts and a t-shirt. I haven't finished my summer reading list...I didn't eat enough ice cream or drink enough lemonade or spit as many watermelon seeds as I wanted. Summer is always too short for me. But I'll let it go, eventually, and embrace once again the particular pleasures of fall. I'm just glad I had one more summer, aren't you? I'll carry its memories with me into the next season."