Saying Goodbye to Summer

 

 I love summer. As it draws to an end I am sad. It's probably a kick back to being a kid and knowing that those wonderful days of sleeping in or getting up early (your choice) riding bikes to the swimming pool, or meeting friends at the park, or spending a lazy afternoon at the library were soon to be replaced with a rigid calendar filled with someone else's agenda.

Also, I live in Minnesota, a place that snuggles up to the Canadian border and is known for it's cold and snowy winters: long, cold and snowy winters. Summer is when we eat outside, shed the coats and gloves and boots, and enjoy  lakes that are no longer iced over and are ripe for boats and fishing and water sports. Think jet skis, water skis and jumping off the pontoon for a refreshing swim.

Looking back on the past few months I realize I have squandered many of these days by staying home. Summer is the time for adventure. Have I missed out? As I panic, as usual, when confronted with the dog days of summer I hold on to one comforting thought. The Minnesota State Fair is open until Labor Day, so next week I will make my annual trip to the fair to celebrate summer's outside fun, and bid dear summer a fond farewell.

I remind myself that there are still warm days in September and early October. It's not time to panic. The cold is not yet right around the corner. 

 But I am getting a little nervous. 

 

 Peace,

Katherine