I wish I knew where the summer went. It seems like only yesterday when the other campground hosts started trickling in to help for the summer… now they’re making plans to leave over the next few weeks until spring, leaving me to deal with the campers who decide to come here in the fall and winter months ahead.
In many ways the “lazy days of summer” were nothing of the sort for me. They were days filled with worry and the business of simply holding on with fingertips and lots of prayer. Days of agonizing over what goes and what stays while I worked on getting the house sold and of moving it all to it’s respective places. Yet interspersed through it all were the wonders of the summer season… the hummingbirds who came to make their home at my site… new friends made and older friendships deepened… watching the cornfields grow from stubby stalks to tall graceful forests of green… walking through fields of wildflowers bursting into bloom sporadically just when I thought they’d bloomed out…spying the young deer who’d been born and marvelling at how big they’d grown in just a few months. Bits of “lazy” entwined with the constant commotion that marked the summer and my life.
A few weeks ago, fall began to make it’s coming presence known. Labor Day weekend saw the last of the camping “hordes”. The weekends since are still busy but the campers coming in are the ones who are serious about their camping, preferring to spend their time quietly enjoying the wonders of the coming fall and not trying to pack it all into a crazy summer weekend. The weekend was spent skirting the camper with insulation board to help capture warmth this winter, occassionally interrupted by those who came by to watch and say “You really ARE serious about staying here aren’t you?” I’ve watched the hummingbirds who made their home here leave for the winter only to be surprised after a few days with none at the one feeder that still remains with the presence of another group on the way down the migration trail, staying for a day or so to refuel and then go on their way. The cornfields have gone from thick lush green forests to mottled green/brown to the crispy ready to harvest brown, the soybean fields following suit. Fall life in a small country town means pumpkins and fall festivals and quilt raffles and hunters in camo gathered in the early morning at Hardee’s. There’s a collective “slowing down”… a sense of life coming back to a more normal pace after the hubbub of summer in a lake town.
I’m feeling it too! With everything going on, I missed out on a lot of summer.
I don’t plan on missing a minute of this glorious Fall!!!