Every year, on Labor Day, I mourn the passing of yet another summer. I am a summer girl and each year I lament the end of my favorite season and wonder where in hell did the time go? I always vow to pay more attention next summer, since we all only get so many summers in our lives. To match my melancholy mood on Labor Day, I usually play the song The Last Good Day of the Year by Cousteau. It wistfulness pretty much sums up how I feel about the end of summer and the long cold arrival of winter, which comes all too soon for me.
I will, of course, try to remember to enjoy the Indian Summer.
I am taking today off and will return tomorrow…the day after the last good day of the year. 😉
Cape Henlopen, DE at Lewes from my vacation last month.