The last summer Saturday

Sigh. This is it. Labor Day weekend traditionally ends summer, but up here in the north, at least, we want to squeeeeeeeze every bit of summery warmth out of these days that we can.

School's back in session. The calendar page turns Sunday night. Labor Day is near. But it's too early to write off summer.

Tell that to the retailers, who have had autumn doo-dads on the shelf since June. Who no longer carry sandals, unless you're a woman who wears a size 5...or a size 11.5.

And I've got to ask--what's the deal with the Halloween candy being out already? HUH? My husband once teased me about having bought Halloween M&Ms in August, and I retorted, "Well, at least I know they're fresh."

"Either that," he said, "or really really old."

Have a great weekend!

Summer Saturdays

What an incredibly busy summer this has been. I wish I had something to show for it other than massive credit card debt. I've been travelling--to San Francisco and the Twin Cities. Now I'm home for a while, and although it's late in the season, I've discovered perfection. It resides in two words:

SUMMER SATURDAYS

Isn't that just yummy? It's got a nice, peaceful energy. On a summer Saturday, you can be outside, riding your bike or taking a walk or swimming or just lolling in the sun with a good mystery or romance novel. Or you can be inside, taking a nap or reading a book....even house-cleaning has an extra shine on a summer Saturday.

I'm off to have some iced tea and read that new mystery novel I just bought. Inside? Outside? Who cares? This is a summer Saturday!