Every year, I am reminded by the media that summer is almost over. Who says that Labor weekend dictates the end of Canada’s summer?
I live to be outside. I like to garden, and love summertime. The thought of intense cold, ice and snow, along with early dark evenings fill me with dread.
Then it happens – the heat becomes so intense along with high humidity – that I wilt. Sunset occurs earlier and earlier, until by eight in the evening, there is little daylight left. I don’t particularly enjoy sitting outside when it is dark; besides bugs become a nuisance. So, I slowly become acclimatized to retreating indoors.
I guess, this at least prepares me for the cold of winter. I am less inclined to want to be outdoors and am more content to settle for being in the house.
On a positive note, there is the joy of Christmas to come and shortly after that – well goodness me – seed catalogs start arriving in the mail, and I happily begin to plan for summer again.
Nevertheless, I sadly watch as birds gather in greater numbers, knowing this to be a precursor that they are preparing to leave us. But as this is the natural order, I settle for the occurrence knowing it is only temporary.
However each year, it does not stop me from looking skyward at birds migrating and saying, “Take me with you.”