We're back up north for a few days. While it's always nice to get away, this trip is bittersweet.
Sure . . . it's still plenty warm. The leaves haven't started to turn. The lake is the perfect temperature for swimming. It's quiet now that the kids are back at school. Things are very peaceful.
But change is coming. The days are shorter. Acorns are raining from the trees. It's time . . . to bring the dock in. And move the pontoon to dry land for the season. Because the distance between "plenty of time" and "we waited too long" is really short up here.
We enjoyed our last pontoon ride of the season yesterday. Later today, we'll bring in the dock. It's time to bid the lake adieu for the summer (although we won't totally close down the cabin for another 6 weeks or so).
I'm a little sad. Because I like summer -- and I especially like summer on the lake. But it's time for me to . . . give in. Let go. Because fall? It's nice, too!
How about YOU? What signifies the true end of summer for you?