The Last days of summer. Photo by my son
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
Annie Dillard
Suddenly, the calendar has sped forward to the end of August. The hot days at the beginning of the month will soon cool and slide into the evening chill of autumn. Although it’s still officially summer, our minds begin to shift to thoughts of a favorite sweater, steaming mugs of hot chocolate, and the warm glow of a fire in the fireplace.
When I was growing up, we didn’t go back to school until after Labor Day. August still held the promise of an afternoon swimming in one of the many lakes within walking distance of our house, or taking out a rowboat for a leisurely ride just before sunset. It was a time of roasting hot dogs and marshmallows around a carefully made bonfire before the last of the tourists departed. We were friends with many of the kids who came with their families every summer, and we knew they would be leaving soon. We wanted to make every moment last.
The dog days of summer brought what was often hot, humid weather. When we were small children, we would put on our swimsuits and run outside into the warm, late-afternoon rain. I don’t think we ever worried that it would soon be over and we would be off to classes and homework once again. We didn’t see an end.
Today, kids are already heading back to school, and summer seems to be over almost before August has finished with us. Fall is my favorite season, and I admit to pushing at the days a little, wanting to get to the cool nights and crisp, clear mornings of September. I’m ready for sweaters and changing leaves, for that first morning when you step outside and realize the air feels different.
Sometimes, though, I think of my grandmother saying, “Don’t wish your life away.”It’s a simple bit of advice, but the older I get, the more meaning it seems to have. How much of our lives do we spend looking toward the next thing? When we’re young, we can’t wait to grow up. We look forward to birthdays, vacations, graduations, weddings, new homes, retirement. Even something as ordinary as waiting for autumn can become another way of hurrying time along. As we get older, we realize time seems quite capable of hurrying without our help.
There are still a few days of August left. The afternoons are still warm. The evenings still hold their light a little longer. There may even be time for one more hot dog on the grill, one more evening sitting outside, one more summer sunset.
September will arrive soon enough. For now, perhaps I’ll take my grandmother’s advice and let August finish what it started.
Peace be with you.
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Aging with Grace 
10 responses to “Let August Finish”
What you say is so true. With my aging I have learned to take each day as it is and try to enjoy it for what it is. Most days it works but some days I find myself wishing again.
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I think that’s part of aging too.Learning to appreciate each day for what it brings. Most days I manage it, but I understand the wishing. Sometimes we just can’t help looking back. ❤️
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Autumn in continental Europe is still a summer month so you can imaging the shock when my girls started school and I was regarding the season months with them and discovering here August is the first month of autumn but it actually makes sense . You start to see it in the light and feel it in the air and I love it. My favourite season🍁🍁🍁🍁🥮
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Isn’t it interesting how differently we mark the seasons? I agree, though.Long before the calendar tells us autumn has arrived, there’s a subtle change in the light and the air. You can just feel it coming. I love autumn too. ❤️
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Absolutely and the same spring, for whatever reason it’s a season that always made melancholic but I can feel it distinctively in the air coming February here. I just don’t smell it with the same enthusiasm I do autumn😉🍁🍁🍁😍
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This is so sweetly said, my lovely! It was 104℉ here today, but I know it just summer getting it’s last licks in during this final week. The children went back to school weeks ago, but I agree with the ‘after labor day’ rule. I love the advice from your grandmother, so here we are…letting August finish what it started. 💖
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104 degrees! August is certainly making a dramatic exit where you are. I’m with you. I still think summer should have the courtesy to wait until after Labor Day before slipping away. Here’s to letting August finish what it started. ❤️
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Yes ma’am. Maybe summer in Texas needs to go to Etiquette School. 😎💖
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