A Sad Farewell to Summer
The nights are getting cooler and the daylight hours shorter; sure signs that summer will soon be just a memory. Although fall is my favorite time of year, I am not ready to let go of the long, sunny and warm days that give us so much energy.
The southern winds that bring the heat and humidity were welcomed as we left a cold spring that seemed to drag on. Now these sultry summer winds are quickly being replaced by the cooler northern air, and we will be longing for their return long before they greet us again. I hang on every warm breeze that crosses my face hoping it will last longer than I know it will.
The bees are frantically gathering pollen from the last flowers of the season to take them through the long cold winter. They don't hibernate; they cluster together in the hive to keep the queen and themselves warm for the winter. They must rely on honey to produce body heat and stay alive, and a hive will consume up to 30 pounds of stored honey over a single winter.
Fewer and fewer boats are taking cruises around the lake, and the summer look and feel is fading fast. Fortunately, we will be graced with magnificent fall color soon as the trees prepare to put on their finest wares. I like to think of it as a fall fashion show, which takes the sting out of what will be delivered to our door by Mother Nature sooner than we desire.
I feel blessed to still hear my Loons calling out early morning and evening; however, they are not calling as often as they did in the heat of summer. I pray that I will be able to keep my windows open for many more weeks before I must shut out their beautiful sound. Nature being silenced leaves one feeling hollow.
Even on the hottest of summer days I cherish the feel of the warm sun. It has a way of making me feel calm and serene; like I'll be protected from the weight of the winter cold forever. This may not be true, but the child in me likes to pretend it's so.
Since time marches on even if we are not ready, I will bid a sad farewell to summer. Until we meet again my friend, I will hold my summer memories close.
The southern winds that bring the heat and humidity were welcomed as we left a cold spring that seemed to drag on. Now these sultry summer winds are quickly being replaced by the cooler northern air, and we will be longing for their return long before they greet us again. I hang on every warm breeze that crosses my face hoping it will last longer than I know it will.
The bees are frantically gathering pollen from the last flowers of the season to take them through the long cold winter. They don't hibernate; they cluster together in the hive to keep the queen and themselves warm for the winter. They must rely on honey to produce body heat and stay alive, and a hive will consume up to 30 pounds of stored honey over a single winter.
Fewer and fewer boats are taking cruises around the lake, and the summer look and feel is fading fast. Fortunately, we will be graced with magnificent fall color soon as the trees prepare to put on their finest wares. I like to think of it as a fall fashion show, which takes the sting out of what will be delivered to our door by Mother Nature sooner than we desire.
I feel blessed to still hear my Loons calling out early morning and evening; however, they are not calling as often as they did in the heat of summer. I pray that I will be able to keep my windows open for many more weeks before I must shut out their beautiful sound. Nature being silenced leaves one feeling hollow.
Even on the hottest of summer days I cherish the feel of the warm sun. It has a way of making me feel calm and serene; like I'll be protected from the weight of the winter cold forever. This may not be true, but the child in me likes to pretend it's so.
Since time marches on even if we are not ready, I will bid a sad farewell to summer. Until we meet again my friend, I will hold my summer memories close.
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