I can’t pinpoint why exactly but this Labor Day has me sad. Fall is one of the best things but it means the days will shrink even further. First come the jeans and then we’ll be pulling on hats and shoving hands into pockets, rushing for the train, hoping that someone’s home when we get there.
Like always, I want more time. I didn’t eat a lobster roll and I’ve made zero s’mores. And this leads me to remember that I didn’t go camping. The number of rooftops I climbed up to can fit on one hand. I should have gone to the beach more. Forget about the plans, just run toward the water. I didn’t do enough of that. For the third summer in a row I only watched movies indoors.
But I have to be grateful for the heavy dose of summer that squeezed into these last few months.
I worked less and spent time on the boat. I donned the same pair of jorts whenever the opportunity arose. I refused to cut my hair and stopped wearing make-up all together. I caught sunsets that made me feel like I was in the middle of magic. The food! Doughnuts, truffle fries, sandwiches, fish tacos, and tagliatelle with brussels sprouts, burrata, and tomato butter! I had visitors and went on visits. When I jitneyed out to Nanny City there was slathering sunscreen on pudgy toddler legs and jumping on the trampoline with the eight-year-old. (Popcorn bounce me! Popcorn!) Hanging salt-crusted bathing suits to dry next to the outdoor shower. We had the most amazing dinners. Fresh fish off the grill and a new dinner guest every other weekend. (And there was that blind Bourdeaux tasting. The best wine I’ll drink maybe ever.) I went to baseball games and bought tomatoes. I made pie and a few
bad decisions memories. I fell asleep in the park and lazed away whole afternoons.
The heat is sure to hang around for a while but in the next few weeks the summer spirit will slowly fade. Great things will replace it (apples, Central Park in October, a better smelling subway) but tonight I’m taking time to make enchiladas and say a proper goodbye. Cheers to Summer 2012.