Summer’s Last Hurrah.
Summer is pretty much a wrap at this point. Fall doesn’t officially begin for a few weeks, and this glorious weather we are currently having is more July than September, but the hammer comes down on Labor Day – no more white shoes (for those of us old enough to remember the rule), the kids all head back to school and the evening light fades a bit earlier each night.
We squeezed everything we could out of the last summer weekend, though, with a visit from Tina, John and their three girls. One evening we enjoyed a leisurely late-afternoon repast down at Shoreline Beach Cafe and the next night, a spaghetti-fest on the terrace. Yes, it was warm enough to dine al fresco without parkas. One for the history books!
Here are some snaps, again with an unapologetic emphasis on Caleigh, who has stolen all our hearts…
There was a bittersweet moment when we laid Buster’s ashes to rest under the oaks. He passed away in January and is still much-missed by his family. Buster was a little guy who somehow managed to be larger than life; he now has a place of honor near Dizzy, Rosie and Hope.
After soaking up the last days and rays of summer, they packed up the cars and headed home for the girls to start school last week. That sound you heard on Tuesday was a collective whoop from moms all across the country rejoicing as they dropped their kids at their classes! (Right, Angie?)
For those of us without little ones going back to school, however, it’s tough to see summer end. Dar Williams’ great song has been going through my head all week – here it is for you to enjoy:
“it’s the end of the summer,
when you hang your flowers up to dry”