I don't know about you but the end of summer always sneaks up on me. It's only a few short weeks away: we're seeing a fair few yellow leaves on the ground, it's been cold and foggy in the morning, I need my robe on for a bit after I wake up. Sigh.
I loved the whole back to school routine when I was a kid (never mind that I hated school itself; I was a big time illness faker). Buying what seemed like a treasure chest of new and improved clothes and school supplies, the new backpack, the whole thing. Taking the picture on the porch. Blindingly hopeful fresh starts, every year. Naturally I was never any more popular with my classmates nor motivated as a student than I was the year before despite having what I believed to be the correct shoes, but, you know...it could have happened.
Since my older girl is home educated, back to school lacks that particular zing. While obviously a boon for the budget, the girls need next to nothing going into fall. No super-exciting BACK TO SCHOOL! buying bonanza for us. Just a new ballet leotard for one, a new swim suit for lessons for the other. Backpacks all around (those were fun to shop for). We have all the notebooks, colored pencils, markers, paper and so forth that we need for a long, long time. As far as clothing goes, we buy what we need when we need it, which, for mysterious reasons, doesn't seem to happen on any particular schedule. Except the rain boots. I mean...fall in the Pacific Northwest = new rain boots (but why weren't they in fashion when I was a kid? Wandering around with sloppy wet and cold pants cuffs was stupid).
I'm actually looking forward to filling that calendar up. It's only a handful of weeks before we're in the baby daze (for the last time, happy/sad/mostlyveryveryhappy), but for a little while I'll be busy, in the best way. The hopeful, energetic early fall way, not the drudging March way nor the heart-stopping June way.
Maybe I'll take a picture of myself on the front porch next week.