“Summer’s End” usually means something different for everyone. For some, this time signals end-of-summer vacations, while for others it means the beginning of football season, apple-picking and other traditional fall activities.
As this summer fades, bike racks empty and swimming pools quiet, I imagine school-age children teeter somewhere between cautious excitement and painful apprehension, while their parents hover between euphoria and loss.
For me, summer's end triggers a sweet type of melancholy.
Sweet: The joyful memories of summer.
Melancholy: Summer's ultimate passing.
As this summer fades, bike racks empty and swimming pools quiet, I imagine school-age children teeter somewhere between cautious excitement and painful apprehension, while their parents hover between euphoria and loss.
For me, summer's end triggers a sweet type of melancholy.
Sweet: The joyful memories of summer.
Melancholy: Summer's ultimate passing.
Personally speaking, my love/hate relationship with the seasons of hot & cold lands me on opposite ends of the emotional bell curve. Case-In-Point: Every January, I begin counting down the dreary days of winter until the Summer Solstice in June. The excitement of surviving Ohio's fickle winters is short-lived, however, with the knowledge that each passing summer day will be shorter than the one before and eventually circle back to winter. Ugh! (With the same scenario playing over and over, you'd think I'd accept winter with a bit more grace.) |
Nevertheless, about this time every year there's an imperceptible mood, almost a mist, that quietly steals over forest paths, backyard gardens and through the soul of summer itself. And when this thief comes calling, I find myself making mental checklists of what nature did or did not reveal and how it compared to summers' past.
Though its hard to compete with the memories of my childhood summers, every one since has still filled my heart with jaw-dropping beauty and endless opportunities for wonder - which is always the case at Jeffrey Woods.
And while it was impossible to capture all the summertime magic Jeffrey Woods had to offer, please enjoy a few of my favorite things.
Though its hard to compete with the memories of my childhood summers, every one since has still filled my heart with jaw-dropping beauty and endless opportunities for wonder - which is always the case at Jeffrey Woods.
And while it was impossible to capture all the summertime magic Jeffrey Woods had to offer, please enjoy a few of my favorite things.
Just A Few Of My Favorite Things ...
Baby animals were not as many this summer, except for mother geese and their goslings. Noted: One racoon family of four did a lot of dumpster diving and tree climbing. No baby owls this summer. Only one fawn was born in the woods, but thoroughly entertained us with his/her romping antics. Three baby foxes were counted and brought us lots of smiles as they wrestled, jumped and played on the forest floor.
Enjoy a small remembrance of Jeffrey Woods with an acorn necklace from In A Nutshell, a direct sale, online business located in Bexley, OH, using acorns tops gathered from Jeffrey Woods during walks that inspired Jeffrey Woods' Blogs.
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