End of Summer
End of summer? It’s only August you say? At least wait until Labor Day which itself is the earliest it can be this year? Well, here in Northern New England, and, as far as I can tell from Face Book, in the South, many have already started school and many more start this week. As far as I’m concerned, the minute the first kid walks in that school door, summer is over.
An editorial cartoon in Monday’s Valley News was very apropos. Setting: classroom, teacher seated at desk. Student is holding out an ear of corn to her. “Corn?” the teacher questions, puzzled. Student: Yup, because nowadays they’re sending us back to school before the apples are even ready!”
In a comic strip many years ago, Snoopy said, “Winters walk; summers fly.” Or more recently, in a Dennis the Menace cartoon, “Even summers don’t last as long as they used to.” Raise your hand if you agree.
But here’s a way to preserve summer, adapted from a piece I originally published in Parade Magazine , Sept. 4, 1988. You can do this activity as an individual or with your family.
Sit down and think about the best day of your summer. Recall each detail of what brought you joy – the activities, the people, the smells, the sounds, the feeling. Write down all your recollections.
Next put the paper in a box labeled SUMMER. Include a photo or two, sand, dried flowers, and any other mementos.
Then decide when to open the box: after the first snowfall, perhaps. Or when the temperature hits a specific low. Or pick a day on the calendar when you are most likely to suffer from the winter blahs.
Tie up the box and store it. When the day you have chosen arrives, ceremoniously untie the box – and relive that warm summer day.
© Dorothy C. Judd
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