by Lorna Barrett / Lorraine Bartlett / L.L. Bartlett
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.
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.)
How does the changing of the seasons affect you?