Looking up at the hills around our town, I see that the leaves are starting to turn. Time to stop waiting for summer to begin.
@dwalbert Naw, just reportage. It's true, summer around here was mostly cool and rainy and I kept waiting for the real summer. From others' posts from other parts of the country, it sounds as if they had our ration of heat added to theirs.
@JohnBrady You could have had some of our heat, for sure. By the time September comes around I’m always long done with summer here, but I still have that pang of regret for whatever summer was supposed to be.
@dwalbert There's a great line from the introduction to the 1998 reprint of Night Train at Wiscassett Station, about the writer Lew Dietz: "He understood the importance of the seasons. To this day Mainers generally don't have as much pavement separating them from the earth as residents elsewhere. Snowstorms are still largely respected in Maine—neither feared as cataclysmic, nor ignored as nuisances. Summer is perceived as the anomaly that it is, a hectic blip on the radar screen of the year, not to be mistaken as 'the way life should be.' Who residing anywhere on the coast or up in the woods has not felt the palpable sense of relief that washes over the state once the leaves have fallen? 'By the time of October's hunter moon,' Lew wrote, 'the trauma of summer has been healed, health and sanity restored.'"
I was saving that for October but what the hell.
@tinyroofnail That is a great line. And I can respect that Mainer attitude, even if I can’t quite get there myself. 😄
@JohnBrady glory, glory, Hallelujah! I got to wear a light jacket on my morning walk today and it made me so happy.