With the way one day follows the next, I was surprised to look at the calendar this week and notice it’s Labor Day weekend. The end of summer. The start of another school year and the intro to autumn. I remember as a girl being so sad to see the end of long summer days at home, reading in the back yard (or on the front porch, or in my room, or…), swimming in the afternoon, ice cream sundaes in the evening. All the things that make summer summer. But it was also an exciting time, thinking about being back in the classroom, wearing a new school outfit from top to toe, carrying a new binder and notebook and brand new pencils with no teeth marks on them–yet!
I must say, I still buy a new notebook every back-to-school season, and a few folders, too. I wear new pencils behind my ear, when I’m working, until they end up with teeth marks, which indicate intense concentration, now as then.
Like everything in Life, there is happy combined with sad, now at the end of summer. Anticipation of things to do in fall, regrets at the things I didn’t get around to over the summer.
I used to have a favorite season. For a while it was spring, with all that promise. And then, for even longer, it was autumn–cool and beautiful. Now, I’m not sure I have a favorite any more, because each season–even quiet and breathtaking winter–contains reasons to take notice and celebrate.
“Look for the wonder and joy in a moment,” a dear friend told me long ago. Those moments come all year.
Happy End of Summer! Welcome to Autumn!