Thursday, August 29, 2013

Summer's End

At the end of a Thursday that felt like a Friday, it feels like the end of the summer. At work today I finally wrapped up some things that have been hanging over my head. That always feels good. 

The lawn is mowed. The guest rooms are ready. The frig is stocked. There is a raft of company coming for the holiday weekend.

College and high school football is starting. Yellow and orange and burgundy chrysanthemum plants appear for sale. The days get shorter. The tomatoes ripen. 

At the end of summer there is such a nostalgic tinge to life. You want to hang on to what has been, yet it is time to let go and move on. 

In the almost dark of a warm night in late summer, even the crickets sing their bittersweet song of farewell. . .to summer. 

Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler

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