“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
As the summer days on the calendar were crossed off one by one in rapid succession, I realized we still had things left unchecked on our summer bucket list, and things I wanted to do one last time before we settled into the structured days ahead. August was filled with many of these last minute activities. Last night on the river. Last camping trips. Last beach days. Our annual Twins game.
But, really, when I think back on the last month of our summer vacation, the things that stick out most in my mind are the lazy days of our seemingly boring days at home. The slow mornings cuddling in bed watching Curious George. The afternoons playing in the backyard. The kiddie pool, sandbox and swing set got a lot of use this year. And although I'm pretty sick of picnic food and slides and swings, I keep finding myself planning yet another park picnic just because.
Because when the ground is covered in feet of snow and our breath comes out in a white cloud, I'll be glad I packed as much into our summer days as I possibly could.
This week marked the end of our summer and the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. And this was just the beginning of the changes to come. Today I decorated the front stoop with colorful mums and a scarecrow. The first signs of fall invading our home. And it makes me smile. I'm embracing these changes with arms wide open. Yet, still looking back on our past days with a twinge of nostalgia.