I’ve been enjoying the “farewell to summer” posts written by some of you northern bloggers . The great pictures, the wistful thoughts and eagerness to get in some outdoor time before the temperature drops. I enjoy those posts because I can’t relate to them one bit. There are things about the end of summer that appeal to me quite a bit, most notably the gorgeous fall and winter weather we enjoy in these parts.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy the leisurely days of summer. I do. I love having my big girls home all day every day. We have great times together: cooking, reading, going to the movies, the library, the science center, you name it. It’s been fun. You may also have noticed that these are all indoor activities. We expend more energy attempting to avoid the sweltering ninety degrees+ temperatures -we hit 100 today- than we do lying around on the beach. It’s all about how low we can keep our thermostat before the electric bill soars to intolerable sums. When we get out, it’s in the evening hours just before the sun sets, provided it isn’t raining cats and dogs with thunder loud enough to shake the windows. In other words, our summers aren’t particularly conducive to hanging outside. That’s reserved for October through April.
Around here, we start gearing up to spend most of our time outdoors just as our northern friends are preparing to retreat from the frigid winter winds. We’re on the lookout for clearance patio merchandise so that we can refresh our own, which is battered by the fierce sun and violent afternoon thunderstorms. Our family loves to lounge on the patio for hours on a Sunday afternoon in November. Yes, I said in November, snow bunnies. Eat your hearts out.
But I do so enjoy summer. It’s a relaxed, unstructured season, the time I get more of the blessed sleep I’ve miss out on the other nine months of the year. The daily chore list and laundry is divided among four people instead of just one. The big girls and the little girls spend lots of time together cementing bonds that are vital when children are separated by as many years as some of mine are:
Yes, summertime is good.
But I also pick up a few habits that will not serve me well minus all the extra hands around here during the day to help keep things going. So I’m using the next couple of weeks to get back on track. My schedule, which has largely gone by the wayside, is back in force. I need a good plan to be productive, else I’ll flit about from one task to the next, look around me at the end of the day, and shake my head in disbelief that I did so much and accomplished so little at the same time.
Sleeping until 7:30 feels wonderful, but for me to get anything accomplished, my feet have to hit the floor no later than 5:45. This:
Along with meals, education, and errands, not to mention any incidentals my husband might require, will not get done without a plan. At least not in this house.
So while the end of summer in our house is marked by a bit of soberness (I mean, who wants to go back to school?), we also envision blue skies and highs of 72 in the “dead of winter.” What’s not to love about that? Some of you may remember the fit I threw last winter when one of our customary three-day cold snaps lasted the better part of a month.
Either way, I feel fortunate enough to say that I love all the seasons of the year. The dog days of summer, the cool winters, the gorgeous spring and autumns we enjoy down here. I used to lament that our fairly homogenous seasons mean that we miss out on the changing of the leaves from green to red,orange, and yellow, but then I remember that I get to go to the beach in February. And I get over it pretty quick.
Whether it’s the time of year that you start unpacking the sweaters or fixing up the patio, the advent of fall signals a time of a little more work, a little less play, and of course, school. It’s a time of when gears shift as surely as the seasons change.
Farewell, lazy days of summer…








Here are the barracks where the Spanish soldiers slept in the fort, circa 1600:


We also took a trip to
We also took in some earlier renditions of music instruments and fledgling technology, such as this typewriter, circa 1700. Are you loving your computer now? There was so much to take in at the museum it was difficult to decide which pictures to post.
And what’s a vacation without a trip to the beach?
Our girls looked terribly overdressed in their tank tops in shorts compared to all the other bikini clad teenagers on the beach, but they had a ton of fun! That’s Princess in the picture below:

