It’s Still Summer Here

Well it’s September, yesterday was the first day of school and I have to say that this is the most summery September I can remember. For both yesterday and today, we’ve been under a heat warning, with the humidex hovering at a blistering 35 C or higher. This has been one of the hotest, driest summers that I can remember. Everyone I know is so over the summer, they are eagerly awaiting the cooler days of fall, if they ever get here.

I myself am reluctant to yearn for those cooler, crisper days, I know that they are fleeting. Autumn days are gold. Like I read in The Outsiders as a kid, gold is natures hardest hue to hold. The leaves will turn from emerald to their golds and reds and then suddenly they’ll be gone, before you really got that chance to appreciate all that Autumn has to offer, the trees will be skeletal against the sky. The crisp, cool air will turn frosty, our breath will mist in the air and light dustings of frost will cover the ground and car windows in the mornings when we wake up.  What follows after that is just a lot of wind, cold, snow and misery. Winter!
And once we are caught in the vice like grip of winter, everyone who lamented how long the summer was dragging on, will turn their whimsical natures to thoughts of summer, dreams for longer, sun filled days, hanging outside with friends and taking things at an easier pace.

Not me. I’m going to hold onto the summer for as long as I can. I’m going to enjoy it, not bemoan it. I most likely will be one of those who walks around, rubbing my arms, all bundled up in a million different layers in an attempt to ward of the frostbite chill of winter, all the time crying about how it’s just way too cold, and when is summer going to be coming back any way? But all the time I’m complaining, I’ll know that I didn’t kiss off the summer sun prematurely.

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About katastrophes1

Kat is a 20 something girl stuck in a 40 something body. Mom to 3 kids, tormented and amused by 3 crazy dogs. Amateur photographer, self taught crochet junkie. Thinker of crazy thoughts. Where do they come from? Who knows where thoughts occur, they just happen!
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