Now that it is almost a full two weeks past Labor Day, the unofficial end of summer, I'm starting to reconcile myself to the fact that summer is on the way out. The only thing wrong with this is that it just showed up about a month ago. I mean, here in the north central plain states summer is usually short-lived - but thanks to the flood in the spring (oh, and the blizzards, too) and then a cool, rainy June, and then a July that hovered around 75 degrees...summer has been especially fleeting.
I haven't minded too much, honestly. I love temps in the 70's, and having not to excuse my post-baby self from swimming is fine by me. The garden is yet to be developed, so I can't complain there, either - the farmer's market seems to be filled with plenty of goodies.
But still. The summer has it's own joys, and in the fall I like to reflect and make sure that we have savored it properly. Here's what we (or the kids, at least) have done:
- Penny & Pals concert (or two)
- fishing in a canoe with Grandpa DJ
- swimming
- kabobs on the grill (my goal was once a week for awhile)
- sprinklers
- street fair
- ice cream truck
- bike rides
- oh yeah, had a baby
- picnics at the park
- steaks on the grill
- fresh salsa
- Medora Musical
- trips to visit family
- played on the new swingset
- popsicles
- Red River Valley fair
- farmer's market
Ah, summer. It's been nice knowing you.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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The September warmth has helped feed denial of summers end, but darkness at 6:00 AM and darkness at 7:30 PM are making denial harder. Sigh.
My oldest son, on a recent bike ride, was explaining the seasons to me. He said, "Spring and Summer are life...and Fall and Winter are death." When you live in Minnesota, it's pretty much true. :)
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