Saturday, September 3, 2011

It's that time of year

by Lorna Barrett / Lorraine Bartlett / L.L. Bartlett

It's September!  That always surprises me.  This spring was so cold and wet we couldn't wait for summer to come and dry us off.  It came all right, with far too many days that were dry and HOT.  Very HOT.  Because we have two very big trees, the grass in our yard was shaded and didn't go brown, but all around us (except for the neighbors who couldn't bear to see their grass wither) the grass was brown, and dry as straw.

The L-O-N-G hot summer dragged on until I forgot what it was like to spend any time outside.  And then suddenly, it was over.  Oh, it's still hot, but we've had rain and now it's September.  It seems like it was just April . . .

When I was a kid it was unheard of for school to start before Labor Day.  This year two school districts in our area did just that.

Will we see any more hummingbirds?  Usually they up and leave for places south by Labor Day, which just happens to be Monday.

And why do I still feel doomed by the coming of September?  September always meant SCHOOL.  I loathed school.  Except for learning to read and to type, it seemed like such a waste of time.  (And what is my current job?  Writing--I like to think of it as enhanced reading--and ... typing that writing.)  New schools.  New clothes that are too hot for the first couple of weeks but you wore them anyway because they were NEW.I haven't had to go to school for (mumble, mumble) years now, but September still seems to loom over me.

It's also the end of cottage season.  Time to close up the place for another year.  (Although now that we have baseboard heat and municipal water, we've extended the season by 2-4 weeks on either end of the summer.)

Yes, I love the colors of autumn, and the harvest.  (Time to hit the Farmers Market!)  But already I feel another long, hard winter drawing near.

How does the changing of the seasons affect you?