Don’t Take My Summer Away!

loving summerSomeone once said that summer should get a speeding ticket, and ain’t it the truth. While summer does not officially end until September 22- the Fall Equinox- the signs of summer’s demise are popping up everywhere, and it isn’t just the back to school commercials.

There’s the occasional nip in the air, the almost daily emails reminding me to mark my calendar for an event or meeting that I can’t generate even an iota of excitement about, the abundance of tomatoes from every garden everywhere (except mine) and of course there are the mannequins- now sporting outfits of navy and black.

And the boots are everywhere, and aren’t they handsome!  But it is August, and how dare they tempt us into thinking that we are happy that summer is finally over because we can wear those fabulous new Fryes.  Who doesn’t love a good boot?  It’s hardly fair.

When they put the Christmas decorations out the day after Thanksgiving—a little light in an otherwise dark season- I’m okay with that.  The holiday lights mean that winter is unquestionably here, and then maybe it will soon be over. But shortening summer? Do we really need to push Autumn to August? There is plenty of time for autumn after Columbus Day. We don’t need to castrate summer, we need to extend it!

Are you ready for the merry-go-round of the fall?  For evening meetings, increased traffic, school buses and jackets. Have you noticed how annoying people become after Labor Day?

I fully intend to continue my summer through Columbus Day. I intend to suck up every last ray of sunshine and warmth, even if I have to curl up in that little area in the kitchen where the dog used to sleep.  I am going to keep my face in the sun  (with an SPF of 30, of course—I’m not stupid) so my tan doesn’t fade and I look like a million bucks and I have collected enough Vitamin D to last until May.  I’m going to buy my pumpkins in my shorts and flip flops.

In the month of September, I’m going to put my reading glasses over my sunglasses and take my work outside- even though I can’t see a damn thing on the screen.

I am going to notice— I mean really notice- the stars and beautiful sunsets.

I am going to read at least five more books on my two-page, single-spaced summer reading list, while I lay in a hammock under my favorite blankie.

I am going to eat fried clams, lobster rolls and peppermint ice cream (my bathing suit is stretched out anyway-and summer is almost over).

I am going to have cheese and crackers and pate’ and a Bloody Mary, with celery and horseradish, and I am going to call that a well-rounded dinner.

I am going to go for a hike, kayak on a lake, swim in the ocean, sail to an island.  I am going to go out of my comfort zone one more time.

Henry James has said, “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” You are right, Mr. James, and I intend to have at least another month of them.

And if I by chance I give in and buy a pair of cute little boots in the next couple of weeks, I will wear definitely wear them tucked into my white jeans.  If they still fit after an extra month of eating and drinking, then I will proudly wear white well past Labor Day.

Ronna Benjamin

Ronna Benjamin

When BA50’s Managing Editor and Partner, Ronna Benjamin, turned 50, she had an epiphany. After 28 years of practicing real estate law at both a large downtown law firm and then solo at her own firm, Ronna realized how much she loved writing and how much she hated lawyering. She jumped into the world of writing at betterafter50.com and never looked back. Ronna writes humorously about the things BA50s are concerned about – personal experiences with adult children, the illnesses and quirks of aging parents and in-laws, and their own mental, emotional or physical health issues (READ: insomnia, anxiety, and bulging waste line). She is an active BA50 with her pulse on what BA50s care and are talking about from politics to the most recent episode of Downton Abby. A native Bostonian who loves to spend time with her husband and three adult children, Ronna also enjoys sailing, cooking, running, and biking, and she tolerates skiing so she is not left home during family vacations. 

  7 comments for “Don’t Take My Summer Away!

  1. August 13, 2013 at 8:11 am

    So enjoyed this blog. I laughed, smiled, connected, reflected & said, “I’ll do that too”. It even inspired me to say, create just a few more necklaces in light blues & aquas using polished sea glass for the ladies who will be wearing pastels just a bit longer. I have been using my down summer time to connect with friends I only visit on the phone. I’m off to the library for a book to start reading on this coolish rainy ‘summer’ day. My white pants will just have to wait until the sun comes out again.

    • Ronna Benjamin
      August 13, 2013 at 8:17 am

      We may be starting another movement: BA50′s who will not allow summer to end! After all, we have no kids to set off to school!

  2. Sandy Weiner
    August 13, 2013 at 5:18 pm

    Ronna, you are so funny and you write from your heart. I can feel the exuberance of summer’s days waning. I, too, am soaking in the sun, fun, and freshly mowed grass. And by the way, I don’t have any tomatoes growing in my garden, either. Gardening feels like another domestic duty. Why garden when so many others enjoy it and have more tomatoes and squash than they can possibly eat?

  3. liz suneby
    August 13, 2013 at 5:40 pm

    Amen!

  4. August 13, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    I am with you. I almost felt depressed when I noticed it was getting really dark at 8:30. It may be denial but so is having firm abs!
    I am harvesting my garden so in the gloom of winter, eons from now, I can smile and reflect on the bounty that I captured in my pantry and freezer.

  5. August 14, 2013 at 2:32 am

    This was the fastest summer of my life. It feels like it just started.

  6. Janet
    August 18, 2013 at 7:50 pm

    Lovely post. I couldn’t agree more with what you say and how you say it. Summer was a quickly but let’s hold on to sandals until Canadian thanksgiving.

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