As any Michigander knows, summer ends and fall begins on Labor Day weekend. Yes, I know the calendar says otherwise, but (as they say) location is everything and we’re too far north to get much of a longer warm-weather season.
True, we had a few very warm days after the holiday—as we have had in the past—but it’s a farewell song. Akin to a performer ending their concert and then, with the audience loudly applauding and yelling ‘encore’, offering a final ballad.
Then it’s onto the new season. The time of colorful leaves, cooler days and nights, the rattling of the dry dead corn stalks, the taste of fresh-pressed apple cider, the fields of ripening pumpkins, and the hard frost that puts an end to the last remnants of the growing season.
So true!