It can’t really be the end of summer, can it? I can hardly believe it’s nearly September. Though it doesn’t get cold here for quite some time (thankfully!), September is Fall to me. That means I have to go buy potted mums, get the Fall wreath out, and start thinking about what I want for my birthday. Mr. Harris is not fond of my propensity to want a new handbag or shoes. If I wanted a gizmo that plugs into a socket, accesses the internet, and plays music and movies, he’d be all over it no matter the cost. But I have all the gizmos I need. (Sorry, honey.)
After the birthday comes the anniversary. I cannot say how many years it’s been, because it makes me sound ancient when I’m not, but it’s a lot. Last year, he bought me a silver heart Tiffany lock on a chain. I really, really love it! (You did awesome, sweetie!)
So, it’s the end of summer. I feel whiny about that. I lived in Germany for several years, and I got used to cold weather. But then I moved to Hawaii, and I’ve never been the same. In Hawaii, you put your Christmas decorations out while wearing shorts. You go to the beach on Christmas day. Santa wears a very lightweight red suit at the mall (no velvet and fur there!) for the kiddies. The palm trees in Waikiki are decorated in lights. *sigh* I miss that. You’d think it’d be an abomination in some ways, since Christmas and snow go together like peas and carrots, but no, you get real used to it real fast.
Instead, I’ll be in Alabama where the grass is brown and the trees are brown and gray and the leaves are all gone. On Christmas day here, you might need a coat. Or you might just need a jacket. You can never tell. It’s been in the 60s and it’s been snowy since I’ve lived here, so it’s pretty much a mystery what you’ll get.
Nevertheless, I look forward to the holiday season, though I’m usually never prepared the way I want to be. Some years I get the tree up, some years I don’t. Some years I get the cards out on time, some years I don’t. See, I’m already thinking about it and it’s not even September yet! It truly is the end of the summer, and I’m sad to see it go.
Here’s a pic of me enjoying the warm weather while holding up a giant column. Or maybe it’s holding me up. Got any end of summer rituals?