Labor Day Weekend was never one of my favorite holidays growing up. It always signaled the end of summer. The pool closed. School started on Tuesday. When we had a boat it was usually the last ride of the season. It was when summer fun ended and the world was about going to work and getting things done. You knew that soon the days would be shorter and the sunlight at 8PM would be no more. The time between Labor Day and the arrival of Fall was synonomous to me with establishing new routine. Once the chill filled the air and leaves began to show off their beautiful colors, I would be invigorated again.
As much as I celebrate the first day of Spring and love playing in the Summer, Fall is my favorite season. I love the colors and the clothes. Hiking in the mountains in the Fall delights me as much as walking on the beach and playing in the surf. Change is the one constant in our lives. Labor Day Weekend is a reminder that change is taking place. I am looking forward to going to the beach tomorrow: maybe playing in a park and eating grilled hot dogs burned to a crisp and maybe seeing a movie.
Fun is definitely on the agenda.