It has been a hot summer, hotter than our area of the country has had in a number of years. And the driest summer since 2001 or something wild like that. There are water restrictions and even I, lover of perpetual sun, get the need for rain.
But when today dawned another hot bright sunny day, we decamped to a beach about 30 minutes from our home. My wife was actually supposed to lead an event there for the church that she works for. No one showed, but we all had a fabulous time there. The lake deepens very gradually and it is a quiet beach. Even with the heat we have had it was far from crowded. I could have stayed there all day--literally. I think though that I am programmed this way. When I was a child we spent almost every day at a lake beach and were there literally almost all day. We would go after breakfast, go home for lunch and then go back in the afternoon. If it was really super hot, we could almost always talk my mom into an evening swim as well.
My wife doesn't really love beaches though, and in particular despises sand, so I felt blessed to have the couple of hours there with her. Usually it is me there alone with the kids and while I don't mind that, it is definately special to me when she is there.
Summer is fleeing by far too quickly for me. In a couple of weeks I will take the littles and their friend B camping for 4 days. We will be with other friends as well so it will be a passle of kids who will have a blast together. But then, except for our church camping weekend in mid September, that will be it. The season so eagerly awaited, so lovingly planned during cold dark winter nights, it will be over. (cue sad music here)
I've seen a few red swamp maple leaves and while I tell myself it is water stress, it is likely that it is August. The robins have decamped and the crickets now sing with the frenzy that I associate with late high summer nights. They too, know time is finite for this season.
Though summer is busy, it is in many ways less structured than the rest of the year. I have time to work out with my friends instead of having to rise early to do the train run with Rob. Meals are relaxed. We've had picnics and ice cream for supper nights. Bed times are later. Rob has had a lot of time to hang out with his friends after work, getting home after 2 on many nights. That will sadly have to change during the school year and I expect that the realization of a 6 a.m. train has not come to the forefront of his mind yet!
So for now, I will enjoy the last vestiges of this most beautiful of seasons. I will drink in every opportunity, admiring our gardens, parched though they may be, creating memories to warm me when the chilly winds and dark evenings come.