Today, on the Baroness' calendar, it's August 34th.
I am having an extremely hard time letting go of summer this year. Rest assuredly, I will acquiesce next week when Duke 1 and Duke 2 are tucked away back at their respective halls of knowledge.
But for now, I am clinging on like grim death.
Usually, Autumn is my favorite season, with Spring coming in a distant second. But this summer has been somehow different. It has been lush with interaction and fulfilment, be it forging of lovely new acquaintances at the Virginia BlogFest, or blissing out to Yoga on the Dock, with the glistening river running along side of us while we downward dog.
It has been a season of strengthening and trueing family bonds, and a time of being privelege to witnessing the genesis of new ones, as two clans unite into one, with a delicious promise of forever (with a side of equally delicious pie...).
It has been days of wicked heat, and rejuvenating cool.
I'm just not ready; I'm anxiously anticipatory for whatever potentially lay ahead, yet muleheaded with resolve to squeeze every last succulent drop from the remaining 4 days.
Which makes today's TT seem all the more apt and bittersweet:
I am having an extremely hard time letting go of summer this year. Rest assuredly, I will acquiesce next week when Duke 1 and Duke 2 are tucked away back at their respective halls of knowledge.
But for now, I am clinging on like grim death.
Usually, Autumn is my favorite season, with Spring coming in a distant second. But this summer has been somehow different. It has been lush with interaction and fulfilment, be it forging of lovely new acquaintances at the Virginia BlogFest, or blissing out to Yoga on the Dock, with the glistening river running along side of us while we downward dog.
It has been a season of strengthening and trueing family bonds, and a time of being privelege to witnessing the genesis of new ones, as two clans unite into one, with a delicious promise of forever (with a side of equally delicious pie...).
It has been days of wicked heat, and rejuvenating cool.
I'm just not ready; I'm anxiously anticipatory for whatever potentially lay ahead, yet muleheaded with resolve to squeeze every last succulent drop from the remaining 4 days.
Which makes today's TT seem all the more apt and bittersweet:
Autumn to winter, winter to spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall -
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
Dinah Mulock Craik
Spring into summer, summer into fall -
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
Dinah Mulock Craik
And move we shall ... just not yet.
Happy Thursday.
Happy Thursday.
10 comments:
I too am reluctant to let summer go especially since here on the prairies it's been a crappy summer for weather. Now it's September and the weather so far is HOT and wonderful and I might even get one more beach day out of it. Yay. I'm NOT looking forward to winter. NO.
sigh
(my word is "wander")
Oh! What wonderful doggerel, oops, I meant poetry!
I loved what you wrote! I do love the fall....maybe it is because of all the color and then letting go of the beauty and standing strong against the harsh winter to then begin the renewal again.
As someone who is always cold I like the ability to layer up without looking ill. I was going to say crazy but I thought better...I knew what you would say on that one as only a bff can...
I want to just scream, "Please dont go!"
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Countess v-Killah: Yes, we all know what happens when you go to the beach. One can't lobsterize themselves off the reflection of the snow. Have at er, Prairie girl!!
Countess Mama: Wander? Sigh.
Countess Fireblossom: Oh, I'm all ABOUT the doggerel - I'm especially fond of limericks written by 8 year olds. Color me corny; it's just how I roll. Completely too UNsophisticated for some tastes.
Countess of YY: I know how you love your layers! That's secretly why I think you moved back home.
Countess Nora: And I have. Just when no one was around.
And inside - my head.
I'm with you, sunshine.
School starts for us in a week, and it is bittersweet. Once autumn is in full-swing I will be excited. I just can't let go at the moment, either.
Namaste.
Countess Meg: You are? Come on over for an iced tea, then - before the rainy season starts!
Countess NATUI: Bittersweet - absolutely the perfect word!
Countess BHE: Back at ya, yogini!
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