“[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air …”
September 21 may be
the Autumnal Equinox, but for those who still live to the rhythm of the
school year, Labour Day marks the end of summer. Summer, that seemed to
stretch endlessly ahead on the first of July, now flows behind us like
No matter how much I complain about
the heat in summer (and I'll admit to complaining quite a bit) and how
much I look forward to cool autumn days, I hate letting go of that last
day of summer holidays.
so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the
trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar
conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
me, summer is more about beating the heat than basking in it. It means
beach days on cold lakes and watching summer blockbusters in air
conditioned cinemas. Ice tea, ice espresso, ice drinks at discount
prices from MacDonalds take the edge off days when the humidex is ten
degrees above the temperature.
“It’s summer and time for wandering…”
remember summers spent going from friend's house to friend's house,
games of tag and hide and seek, Popsicles from generous parents and
calling home to find out what was for dinner so you could decide whether
or not you should accept your friend's mother's invitation.
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of the
summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a
Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.”
there were summer trips. Every year, before Mum went back to work, we'd
spend a week or two with our cousins in Beaconsfield, Quebec. They
lived on Lake St. Louis and had a sailboat so boat trips and swimming
were always on the agenda. This is where I learned about lake-effect
temperatures. In the backyard, on the lake, it was always several
degrees cooler than the front yard on the street.
my aunt and uncle would pack up the kids and pets and come to visit us
for a week or two in Toronto. We lived in the Beaches and Kew Beach Park
and Lake Ontario were just down the street. If we had family visiting
from England, we could also count on a trip to Niagara Falls
“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
funny. With all the travels and wanderings, we still got bored without
the regimen of school and looked forward to seeing our school friends
again. Yet, the closer we got to the first day of school, the more we
long for summer to stretch out a few more days.
I suppose I'm just as bad now, complaining about the dog days of summer and still being nostalgic about it.