Image and copyright by Rodney Campbell:
There must be a hundred songs or more celebrating Summer. But, once the sun sets on Labor Day, the unofficial end of Summer, there is no mistaking the harsh reality that the season has ended, even though Autumn is a few weeks away.
Yes, Labor Day is Summer’s swan song as the Summer of 2015 goes into the books.
There’s a melancholy feeling once the campfire has been snuffed out and the last ooey-gooey marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers licked from your fingertips. Even the bottle of fireflies you gathered look rather lackluster in your own backyard. Unless your cottage is winterized, there will be one more trip up North to see the Fall colors and close up the cottage until Memorial Day.
Today dawned just as hot and humid as a mid-Summer day, which left everyone wishing there was a way to extend the holiday just a little more. The convoy of cars was endless … people who trekked Up North for a few days’ respite, now had to face the music traffic-wise as they returned home. The traffic jam continued well into Sunday night. I’m sure there were a few stragglers today as well as folks around these parts who just decided to play hooky and enjoy one more day in the fun and sun.
Those long-awaited three-day weekends pass by way too quickly, don’t they?
I chose this picture entitled “Swan” by photographer Rodney Campbell to accompany this post. Of this photo, Rodney says “a swan takes a look at me” … I agree with you Rodney. Or perhaps that swan is looking back on Summer. Did it speed by for you? We all know it certainly took its sweet time getting here!
The school busses were rolling once again, and while walking along Fort Street this morning, I was dodging groups of teenagers with their heads bent and thumbs working furiously as they busied themselves with text messages. Back when I was their age, I was happy to catch up on everyone’s Summer doin’s walking to school on the first day of class, but what a different world it is today. Now kids are in touch constantly through social media, so they are in the loop about everyone before Day One.
Today was garbage day, and on my journey I saw the usual post-Labor Day suspects … those lifeless and now-dilapidated pool toys peeking from beneath garbage can lids, and, of course there were brightly colored garden hoses snaking out to the street, draining the water from above-ground pools.
But, chin up – there are many warm and sunny days to enjoy before the Winter arrives. Look on the bright side – only 264 more days ‘til Memorial Day, the gateway to Summer.
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn. -Ralph Waldo Emerson