Where is it going? And why is it running away so quickly? My gloomy daylily garden is a devastatingly sad reminder that summer has started to pack its bags and hit the highway. And it’s taking all of my good cheer with it… *sniff sniff*.
Just look at those drooping, dying leaves. It breaks my heart. I am in mourning, which hits me this time every year. Look, I know it’s not “officially” the end of summer according to our so-in-denial-calendar, but my daylillies know. The school buses don’t lie. And the beaches are closing their gates in just a few short days. They all know what our calendar doesn’t want to face. Summer is moving on. It’s had enough of our part of the world.
I have soared past the denial stage of grief and am steeped in anger. Where is my tan? The surf? The sand? The lazy days? Where are the umbrella drinks? I’m gorging myself with peaches and blueberry pancakes like there is no tomorrow. And without fresh local peaches and blueberries, is tomorrow even worth waking up to? Evil, evil autumn.
Next, I will start bargaining with autumn. Ok, so you can turn a few leaves orange and yellow, you can bring out the mums a little early, and you can even put my kids in school, but please, please, please, keep those blueberries, peaches, and long, hot days coming for just a little while longer… maybe until… say… December? Is that too much to ask?
By mid September, it becomes clear to me that bargaining isn’t working. So, next comes the depression… pulled out of the closet with the turtlenecks and socks. I call them my woolens. That’s right, it’s August and I’m talking about turtleneck season. My neck is sensitive to cold… please don’t judge. Pulling on that first, stiff turtleneck while sobbing uncontrollably, leads me to the next stage of grief…
Acceptance. I fight this one the hardest. But when it’s forty five degrees out and it’s only October, and you’re not willing to turn on the heat because it’s only October, those woolens come in pretty handy. I guess I have to accept that summer is over at that point. In October. Not now. Oh no. It’s only August, and I’m still deeply ensconced in the anger stage.
I will miss you, summer.
PLEASE DON’T GO!!!
Begging doesn’t work either. I’ve tried.
How do you cope with the loss of your favorite season? Maybe we can help each other.
Thank you for being here!
Until next time,
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