KNOW WHAT TOMORROW IS?

If you said, "Summer" you're right on the button.

My calendars agree, tomorrow is the first day of Summer. But let me tell you, Summer as a season comes when it comes.

In my youth, and we know that was in the long, long ago, Summer arrived when school was out. Right about Memorial Day. Warm days (or hot, humid ones!) were June, July, and August. Summer was over on Labor Day, which is when Autumn began. Also, not coincidentally, school started.

We didn't have to look at a calendar to know when the season changed. We just knew.

I miss that sense of seasons connected to my personal life--the school year. Later, it was the school year for my children.

I suspect this is a good example of that Golden Age--the one that never was but always is. Probably didn't exist in fact, but is always in our memories.

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My Summer days were mainly for reading. I walked to the Carnegie Public Library in Charleston, Illinois, to check out two books. Read most of one on the way home, finished it that night. Read the other one the next day, and returned both books. Checked out two more. Repeat. 

That's what I remember most about Summer--a time of uninterrupted reading. If I'd had siblings, mine would have been a different story. But I didn't, so I had companions from books.

Wishing you a good Summer. Hope it lives up to your expectations.

Blessings,

Thursday's Child