Just because the calendar says September it doesn't mean summer is over. No way! Even if there is that cool nip in the air on morning walks. We're now sleeping under blankets with the windows closed at night but that means nothing. Right? Right?
I'm certain it's just a blip, a temporary temperature change, and hot days are still ahead. Even if it is getting dark earlier and earlier and I'm looking for the sunny spots when eating my morning Mini Wheats.
Please tell me the leaves on our neighbor's tree aren't really showing a hint of color. And that stores aren't beginning to stock pumpkins and black cats. That they baled hay in the pasture early this year.
Let me cling to my delusions just a little longer. Please? Just until after Labor Day (mmm, barbecued ribs and homemade ice cream).
I'm working on the necessity of saying goodbye to my wonderful summer vacation and hello to the school bell. I think I'm almost, almost-but-not-quite ready. I'm beginning to remember how wonderful new beginnings are, how much I love those shining enthusiastic five-year-old faces, what a delight it is to start with new gel pens and a reorganized desk space, the fun of seeing familiar smiles in the hallways. And a paycheck, golly!
Yes, I think one more week will do it, one more week filled with all I love most about summertime. Then I'll be ready to turn the page and start a new adventure.