Every year, it seemed, the first day of school would arrive – always too early, and the temperatures would skyrocket. After a summer of running around barefoot and wearing shorts and sleeveless tops, suddenly everyone was adorned in stiff new clothes and suffering in the heat of the brick school, sort of slow-cooking during reading and arithmetic. We couldn’t wait for the school day to end so we could get home and put on our real clothes – our much cooler play clothes.
Students this year are not facing this fate, and we’re happy for them. Autumn-like weather has arrived with the start of school. It’s almost too much to take in. Labor Day over already. Fall weather. Kids back to school.
Where, indeed, did the summer go? It’s always said that the older you get, the faster time passes. And based on the fact that I was just, only weeks ago, celebrating the beginning of spring and a new gardening season, I must be getting pretty old. Both spring and summer got by me before I really ever settled in to them, and now the gardens are shriveling up and turning crisp, trees are starting to show color, Canada geese are honking pathways across our sky – leaving rather than arriving, football season has begun, mornings are coming later and nighttime is coming faster, and woodsmoke is in the air.
Forget those shorts and sleeveless tops, it’s sweatshirt weather more and more.
I knew at the Fourth of July we were starting our annual downhill slide; time, like the rain, evaporates quickly in July and August, and suddenly it’s autumn. No, not on the calendar yet, but in the air.
Albert Camus wrote that “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” That’s true. But it’s nice, too, when every flower is a flower. Here’s hoping hard that this second spring lasts much longer than the first one, and that we find ourselves making good use of each day of it, even if it’s just wandering around and reflecting, and being treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with every step we take.