I have been feeling wistful the last few days, and I think it’s because I’m realizing that summer is starting it’s slow fade into autumn. The days are not as long, and the sun is setting markedly earlier. It is still hot, but not that burning intense mid-summer heat. The leaves are starting to turn on my maple trees, and the blackberries are ripening fast.
I am realizing more and more how much I really love summer. The long days and brilliant light are so treasured! The Pacific Northwest has months and months of unending gray dampness, so the sun is especially welcome. I can dry my clothes outside on the clothesline, I don’t have to turn on the heat, and rarely even turn on the lights. I wear as few clothes as possible and don’t have to worry about layering, socks, and shoes. It is just a simpler lifestyle all around.
But my fashion magazine ‘Fall Fashion Spectacular!’ issues have been arriving at a steady clip, advising me what I absolutely need to be wearing this fall (’80s-style sequined shoulder-padded mini dresses, no thank you…). School schedules and supply lists for my son are coming too. The inevitably of fall is upon me. I don’t know how much more I can live in denial of that fact!
I never been too great at transition points. I always get thrown off for awhile, and a little sad. Once I’m past the delicate tricky part, I can delve into change with great gusto, but I have to go through a little poignancy in the meanwhile. I guess it’s just a part of life of living in a place with four distinct seasons, and me being a more sensitive sort. It pays to just go along with your feelings sometimes.
While I will soon bid the long days of summer adieu, I’ll hold onto and enjoy the last vestiges of light and warmth while it is still here. I actually do enjoy fall in all it’s glory. But let me loll in summertime for a while longer.