The Waning Days of Summer
As I look at the sunrise over the lake on this late summer day in September, my emotions run from feeling blessed to see such beauty, to sadness for the nearing end of summer. Although it brings my favorite season in New England, I'm not quite ready to let go of the warm summer days. The loons that I hold so dear are less frequently serenading me with their haunting call, and I know that it won't be long before their silence will leave an empty space in my heart. They too know that their days on the lake are coming to an end.
It has been a fun filled summer spending time with family and friends. Of course the special days with our grandchildren are the best. There is nothing that can refresh your soul like the laughter and innocence of children. They see the fun and joy in everyday life that we tend to forget as adults. It would do us all good to have their exuberance for life upon wakening each morning.
The boat that seems to have just entered the water will soon be coming out. The first sign that fall is on the horizon. The vegetable garden that took so long to produce this year is giving us the last of its fresh harvest; something we will enjoy for as long as she will provide. My flower bed, my pride and joy, has bestowed upon us great beauty that appears will stay with us for quite some time. I will miss the magnificence of the color after the frost has robbed the plants of their vivacity.
When the time comes that summer ends and fall begins I will look forward to the brilliant color of the leaves. A show that Mother Nature is sure to provide and one we wait for every year. To travel the back roads of New England, and marvel at the vibrancy of each color is something that everyone should see in their lifetime. Pictures can never do justice to the genuine panoramic views you will see on the road.
Until then I will cherish every moment we have left of summer. I will enjoy the loons as they call out at sunrise, and after the sun has set. Trying hard to hold onto this sound through the cold days ahead - until they return next spring.
It has been a fun filled summer spending time with family and friends. Of course the special days with our grandchildren are the best. There is nothing that can refresh your soul like the laughter and innocence of children. They see the fun and joy in everyday life that we tend to forget as adults. It would do us all good to have their exuberance for life upon wakening each morning.
The boat that seems to have just entered the water will soon be coming out. The first sign that fall is on the horizon. The vegetable garden that took so long to produce this year is giving us the last of its fresh harvest; something we will enjoy for as long as she will provide. My flower bed, my pride and joy, has bestowed upon us great beauty that appears will stay with us for quite some time. I will miss the magnificence of the color after the frost has robbed the plants of their vivacity.
When the time comes that summer ends and fall begins I will look forward to the brilliant color of the leaves. A show that Mother Nature is sure to provide and one we wait for every year. To travel the back roads of New England, and marvel at the vibrancy of each color is something that everyone should see in their lifetime. Pictures can never do justice to the genuine panoramic views you will see on the road.
Until then I will cherish every moment we have left of summer. I will enjoy the loons as they call out at sunrise, and after the sun has set. Trying hard to hold onto this sound through the cold days ahead - until they return next spring.
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