Here in the Pacific Northwest we waited for summer for a long time. Finally, in August, it arrived. Now we've just had the most glorious Labor Day weekend.
That means back to school for kids and teachers and school staff all over the country. Summer is over.
Tom and I had a quiet day yesterday. I went for my walk early, before it heated up. We read and napped and puttered. In the evening I needed to do something to mark this day as a turning point for so many, so we decided to drive over to Seahurst Park for a stroll and to watch the sun go down.
Picnickers lingered in the warm glow of the departing day. Others were getting their kids home and to bed. I was experiencing a sense of melancholy, another summer over. They do go too fast.
And yet for me, summer can linger. I'm not going back to school and work. I can enjoy these September days as the summer that came so late to us now seems in no hurry to leave us.