Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Summer's Ghost

"We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost."
-Henry Rollins

September started abruptly. Our lazy summer days interrupted by early preschool mornings and a schedule dictating our time. The transition was a bit bumpy. Moods shifted like the wind. Tempers flared. Behaviors resembled that of toddlers. Discipline shot off with rapid fire succession. But then we slowly got into our groove. The mad dash to preschool is more rehearsed and less stressed. The scheduled days are a welcome distraction to our designated free time. Moods and tempers still fluctuate, but the behaviors are back to the age-appropriate level. September, you threw us for a loop, but now we're ready for October.

The weather was as fickle as our moods during this transitional month. One morning frost-kissed flowers. The next glorious sun beams warming the air. And a handful of days spent looking out rain-sprinkled windows. But on those warm sunshiny days you could find us outside--most likely barefoot--relishing our numbered days. Park dates. Driveway playtime. Backyard bonfires. Puddle jumping. 

This weekend when near record high temps reached the 80s, we decided to take one last spin on the Mississippi River. We met the in-laws at the boat landing, hopped in the pontoon and spent one last evening pretending it was still summer. Water fights. Boat picnic. And riding home in the sunset. Definitely a beautiful way to spend an Indian summer night.

And now, as fickle as ever, the temps have dropped again, forcing to wear shoes and jackets. But oh those gorgeous golden fall colors.....