Here in the States, we ‘celebrated’ Labor Day weekend (much like a bank holiday for you Europeans). Many consider Labor Day the unofficial end of summer, but here in Florida there is no sign of the promise of Autumn. The temperature is over 90 and jumping into the Gulf of Mexico is hardly refreshing (89 degrees last time I checked). Summer’s official end is on the Autumn Equinox (Mabon for my Pagan pals) which I believe this year lands on the 23rd of September. Perhaps by then there will be a slight indication of less stifling times ahead.
As I go through some personal drama, I can’t help noticing how appropriate the timing is. With Autumn comes the beginning of the death cycle. Leaves turn bright colors before falling to earth and rotting. Flower’s wither and die. The ground eventually hardens and turns cold. Strangely this time of year is one of the most glorious times to be alive. I find the crisp air and intense colors life affirming. Maybe it is the inner knowledge that with death comes rebirth that makes it so beautiful. At any rate, I’m with GingerDead. Hey Summer, end already! Bring on the Season of Death! HOoOooO!
Have a great week. Thanks for reading.