REQUIEM FOR A LOST SEASON

It’s over. Labor Day has past and with it the official end of summer. One last chance for a ride in the country to a farm that sells fresh produce in the front yard. Fresh corn to roast on the grill alongside the dead animal flesh,tomatoes and bell peppers for the salad and ripe,red watermelon to remind you of days when you got so messy eating it and spitting the seeds at your sister. Here in the northern climes it seems like it’s warm for such a short time and cold for so long it’s hard,once again,facing the reality of months of freezing cold,snow and ice storms.
This was the coldest summer I can remember in some time. Temperatures every night dropped to the upper 50s-low 60s. We had one day in July when the weather hit 90 degrees and maybe two days in August. The park district pools and the water theme park suffered because the water never gets really warm and kid aren’t too keen on swimming when it’s 70 degrees. The farmer we talked to said all the rain we got really made the corn grow. Sometimes we lose sight of the fact that God has a plan for everything He does,even if we whine like little kids about it.