It was not a long-enough summer.
Yesterday, the Monday of Labor Day, there was a steady line of cars heading south, leaving the peninsula. There were literally hundreds of cars in a line as far as the eye could see. Not all, of course, but many of the “summer people” took with them their boats and their trailers, their suitcases full of souvenirs and happy memories and went home. Schools in Wisconsin start this week, so it’s not surprising that the exodus occurred. Most of my teacher friends in other states have been back in their classroom already two weeks.
So I should not be so surprised that we are on the verge of fall. But I am still not ready for the air to turn chill, for the leaves to drop, for the sun to rise later.
Because summers here are pretty much perfect.
Here’s a few things I love about summer in this place of beauty where we live. Here’s what I will miss.
- Water warm enough to swim.
2. A beach where my family gathers year after year.
3. Getting onto the water in boats: a fishing boat, kayaks, a stand-up paddleboard.
4. Eating outside.
5. Conversations with people I love who come to visit.
6. Children at play on the beach.
7. The influx of creative people who flood here in the summer. Art galleries are stocked with beauty on walls. Three theatre companies perform. Musicians play concerts in parks, in homes, in auditoriums. Writers and scholars teach classes.
8. Sunrises that are early, sunsets that are late. (Lots of daylight, in other words.)
9. Summer evenings warm enough to lie on the sand and watch falling stars.
11. Reading in the sun on the beach.
12. Pretty much perfect temperatures. We had one day over 90; the average daytime temp in July and August was 78 degrees.
13. The most beautiful and delicious food, right from our garden or farm stands or farm markets.
14. Gulls whose wings catch the setting sun as they fly over the water.
The autumn will be gorgeous; I am sure of it. The winter will be cold and dark, but we have friends who cheer us, and we have projects to keep us creative and happy. We have made plans to travel and break up the months that are not summer. I have no right to be sad – one day in this glorious summer is a gift- and I have had thirty or forty of them.
And summer may linger a bit- I will likely swim a bit more, and we can still eat outside. We have friends arriving still ( yay!) so we aren’t in our “recluse mode” yet.
But I nonetheless feel a sense of loss as I see the leaves turning yellow and red. Will heaven have seasons? If so, I‘m in favor of a Door County summer. All of the time.