Summer is waning. But like a dying star, it shines brightest at the end.
Today, I awoke to brilliant blue skies and a wind that talks back. It’s dancing in the trees and making melody out of the window blinds and knocking over the vase of lilies on the kitchen sill. The sun is golden and warm, but already its caress fades. The windows are thrown wide open, the better to drink in the beauty.
The kids, of course, know school is just two weeks away. They are equal parts squeal and groan.
Me? I’m melancholy about the end of my favorite season, as always. Lazy mornings, afternoon swims, tan lines, fresh tomatoes from the farmer’s market, the smell of turkey burgers on the grill. What’s not to love?
I gingerly look forward to routine and structure and a little more time to enjoy the littles and then focus on the bigs when they return from school.
But until then, I can be found sitting on my front porch, listening to the wind pirouette in the birch leaves and watching the sun make ever changing puzzles on my sidewalk.
It’s true what Robert Frost said: Nothing gold can stay.