August, Die She Must

Whenever we approach the change of seasons I think of the Simon & Garfunkel song, "April, Come She Will." There is something so melancholy about the words and the music strategically written to accompany them. I always listen to that song with a little bit of heartache. "August, die she must. The Autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember a love once new has now grown old." It captures the fleeting passage of time so well, and even though it is emotional for me it is one of my favorite songs by the odd couple.

As Summer winds down and prepares to leave us for another 9ish months, an intense feeling of bittersweet loss sweeps over me. I love Fall, the colors, smells and spices, its gentle prelude to the holiday season and Christmas. It is not that I begrudge its coming on, but this has truly been one of the happiest, most fun Summers of my life and I hate to see it end.

I have soaked in the sun and laughed late into warm nights. I followed that laughter wherever it led me this Summer. I spent a week with amazing friends in Napa learning all about wine and sipping it in the surrounding beauty of the valley and its vineyards. I have stretched my creative legs through baking, writing, and crafts. I have seen more movies than I ever have in a Summer since I was probably about 18. I had an encounter with a rattle snake and came out unscathed. I spent quality time with the people most important to me. I watched the Dodgers win and waited anxiously for Packer football. I did not waste any moment of this beautiful Summer and I definitely made memories that will last me a lifetime. 

I know that time must move forward and it is only in the fact that seasons change that we come to wait impatiently for their arrival and mourn their leave taking. I will think of this summer fondly. I was given such a gift in these long, languid days.

And with that I say, bring it Fall 2013. Do your very best.