September 13, 2007
Every Labor Day I hear people say that this holiday marks the end of summer. I, for one, am not ready to let it go even though the ' skeeters on most evenings drive me indoors.
This week the weather will be Fall-like with temperatures in the 70's during the day and 50 and 60's at night. I love this in between season with its cool and warm weather. The trees haven't begun their Fall color yet, but everyone seems to be preparing for the envitable - the end of Summer.
Summer still rules, there are chores to be done in the garden, more lazy warm evenings to cook and eat outdoors in. My mate is drawn more and more indoors , sports nut that he is, the Chicago Cubs and the return of the Superbowl Bears are occupying a lot of his time.
Summer is a state of mind. In the deep of a Chicago winter I still think of her . I wish Summer was as eternal as it is in my heart and mind. I actually know people ( mostly from Chicago ) who love winter. A season when nothing grows and it's hard to even be outside . I can hardly comprehend the love of it.
If I had my druthers it would be Summer year round.