End of Summer
An ode to the 1st of September
I’ve been noticing changes all around me, late summer farewells. It’s subtle, a whisper, a gentle gesture towards the front door.
The grass and its yellow hues start to crunch beneath my feet. No longer the deep, soft green they once were.
The butterflies are everywhere, migrating perhaps?
Pecans are falling from the trees, and my tomatoes, which were once abundant, are slowing down production. The leaves begin to wither and the branches look more barren than ever.
Despite this, the Texas heat is effervescent, beckoning you for an evening swim at the lake. You wouldn’t even know that it’s almost time for harvest unless you drove past the corn fields and saw their ears turning brown; plump and white kernels bursting underneath.
Grocery stores are empty during the day, parks are quiet and splash pads vacant as the kids return to school.
It’s quiet, unlike June and July…I miss the bustling vitality of early and mid-summer.
But this tender, end-of-summer energy reminds me to slow down. I am not ready to rush into autumn, although I’d love for cooler weather (not gonna lie). Autumn is my favorite season, yet as I get older, I desire to be present in all of them. Each season is precious, they have a purpose, they are not meant to be rushed.
For now, I want to watch the summer sun dance across the sky, shifting her shadows in an elegant dance.
I want to observe the fireflies at night, and listen for the song of the cicadas during the day; they are getting quieter, too.
I am in no rush for what fall will bring, summer and I are just starting our goodbyes, and if you are like me at a dinner party, you know that the beginning of a quiet goodbye is an invitation for another conversation.
Just a little more time, summer whispers.
Just a little more time.
Ps. Here are some photos on film that I took from my summer trip to the west, I hope you enjoy them ☺️
Beautiful photographs!