Sunday, August 30, 2009
End of Summer
Summer is drawing to a close and it makes me sad. We went to Provo last weekend and I saw it beginning to leave as we were driving next to the mountains. The green is gone from the wild grass and some of the leaves are starting to turn. The little oak tree in our front yard is starting to have lighter colored leaves, just around the edges, and I picked the watermelon out of the garden. Despite all of the warnings, no one stole it. I took it to church and shared it at the linger-longer. It was one of the best watermelon I have ever tasted, and the first I have ever grown.
The kids went back to school last Monday, always a harbinger of fall, but now it is even earlier. I went and helped my daughter and grandchildren with her home school. She was feeling a bit overwhelmed, it’s the first time that she has had to be accountable, with a schedule that she has to follow. I wonder about the wisdom of all the structure. Her kids have learned a ton for the seven years that she has been homeschooling them. Is more structure really that necessary? The older ones like it, but the little one’s are little confused, not used to such restrictions. It’s still August, and the pool is still open.
Why this melancholy mood for the loss of summer? Partially because of the current situation, the economy, the possible threats from our government over loss of freedoms and control. I have spent the whole year worrying about whether we could refinance one of our properties. It is being appraised, but it’s still not a done deal. What a waste, all that worrying, and it doesn’t really make that much difference. Things just seem to work out, that’s part of having enough faith, and that is a lesson I learned this year. To have faith and that what happens will happen, if I worry or not.
This summer has been especially pleasant; lots of warm, not too hot days, with bright beautiful blue sky and enough wind to keep the haze away. Sometimes there's a little thunderstorm here and there, to break up the monotony. I am not anxious for it to end because it has been delightful. It is like the perfect vacation, when you’re not ready to go home. I really am having too much fun and I really don't want to do the piles of laundry that show up when you get home.
Fall is coming and that too is a gorgeous season here in Utah. The mountains start to change, and daily I can look up and watch the colors spread, like a multi-colored silk scarf flung by Mother Nature. The first snow flurries are welcome, promising future adventure in the nearby mountains. But winter is harsh, and lasts way too long. And the bleakness of the season is a foreshadowing of the suffering that the economy may bring. But this has been a season of hope and prosperity, of remembering what is important and what is not. Worrying about things I really had no control over in the bounty of summer was a waste of time and energy. Worrying about the future as the seasons changes is equally non-productive.