I grew up on the east coast and back there, school started right after Labor Day. Since it was a holiday, Dad was home and that meant we got the grill fired up. It also meant one final day at the beach. As long as the tide was in, we were at the beach. It helps that it was only two blocks away. We all trooped down to the beach safe in the knowledge that even if our mother wasn’t there, someone’s mother was always available to keep an eye on things.
September is viewed by many as a time of transitions. It’s hard to talk about fall when it’s going to be 110 here in a few days. I’ll give it a shot.
One of my favorite things about fall was the leaves changing. Yes, we could take rides up to Vermont and New Hampshire for some fantastic views. But my favorite was tramping through the piles of red, yellow and green leaves that spilled onto the sidewalk from someone’s front yard.
Here in Southern Arizona we do have season changes, just not as severe. It gets cold, it does snow, just usually up in the mountains. It can stay there as far as I’m concerned. I still like the fall, the temperature goes down under 100. This makes me happy, even if there are no colorful piles of leaves to walk though.
What is your favorite thing about Labor day and how do you handle transitions?