Saturday end of summer Labor Day weekend and the unusual young man we met this summer Radical Ru researching Irish and Black laborers who built the Thomas Cole House first Native American fair right here today and we will go to Stone Ledge Farms for shisito peppers
I like this. That feeling of trying to hold on to summer you mentioned really brought me back to so many Labor Day weekends from childhood with my sister, Diane. I can remember a particular Labor Day.
We knew that for us school would begin on the following morning, I felt that as long as we stayed outside, the summer wouldn’t be over. The adults were upstairs watching the Jerry Lewis Telethon. We were out on the patio bouncing a Spaulding back and forth hoping that Steve Lawrence and Edie Gourmet would keep their minds off of us. We knew we’d be called on any minute to take our first day of school baths. We stayed out in the slightly cool breeze. Soon, as we expected, Mom opened the window over our heads and called us in to get ready for the new school year. I silently said goodbye to my summer friends, who were in their family cars, probably in holiday traffic on their ways to their winter places in The City. As I walked through the screen door. I kissed another summer goodbye
i have felt this way as summer wanes every year of my life, since i was a child. still, the wonderful anticipation that will come to you next spring is, i hope, as reliable as the pangs of loss you are in the throes of now.
I like this. That feeling of trying to hold on to summer you mentioned really brought me back to so many Labor Day weekends from childhood with my sister, Diane. I can remember a particular Labor Day.
We knew that for us school would begin on the following morning, I felt that as long as we stayed outside, the summer wouldn’t be over. The adults were upstairs watching the Jerry Lewis Telethon. We were out on the patio bouncing a Spaulding back and forth hoping that Steve Lawrence and Edie Gourmet would keep their minds off of us. We knew we’d be called on any minute to take our first day of school baths. We stayed out in the slightly cool breeze. Soon, as we expected, Mom opened the window over our heads and called us in to get ready for the new school year. I silently said goodbye to my summer friends, who were in their family cars, probably in holiday traffic on their ways to their winter places in The City. As I walked through the screen door. I kissed another summer goodbye
Wonderful poem...leaves me longing
i have felt this way as summer wanes every year of my life, since i was a child. still, the wonderful anticipation that will come to you next spring is, i hope, as reliable as the pangs of loss you are in the throes of now.
Not summer's end!
Love this
Intensely precious hours and meals as the seasons and people shift.
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