Summer just finally got here, and now it’s already on its way out. After a long, chilly spring, we only had about a month of summer heat. It was glorious — lazy mornings wearing pjs till noon, sunny afternoons at the swim club, warm evenings hanging out in the neighborhood while the kids played in the street and the adults congregated in various driveways to socialize, the surrounding farms towering with corn stalks and the markets overflowing with fresh fruits and veggies.
And then the letters started coming in the mail — Teacher assignments. School supply lists.
The farmers markets have already replaced their petunias with mums.
The days are getting shorter, and this morning I woke up to a chill in the air.
Tomorrow it will be September.
At least we have one more week before school starts; it seems like most everyone else has already gone back. I plan to make the most of it, if the weather would only cooperate. Today I have plans to meet a friend at the pool, but the high temp is only supposed to be 72. Which would be gorgeous if it were May. Or October. But it’s still August, in case no one has noticed. At least for one more day.
We’ve made all the obligatory preparations. School supplies have been purchased. Crisp school clothes hang in neat rows in the children’s closets. Shiny new shoes line their shelves. Fresh, unstained lunch boxes and thermoses await. The kids are excited about what the new school year holds.
But I’m not ready. I want s’more summer. Who’s with me?