Morning found us calmly unaware, Noon burned gold into our hair, At night, we swam at laughin' sea, When summer's gone, where will we be?

It’s funny how August, used to be the “dog days” of summer in New England. But in the past 20 some odd years that’s changed. August is now the immediate precursor to fall. The days almost instantly are cooler.

While it’s not cold out by any stretch, it’s definitely been cooler and damper these last few days than in the past few weeks. Surely a sign of things to come.

Even last night when indulging in ice cream at Dairy Queen – after a few bites, it felt too cold to be outside eating – and we hurried to the warmth of the car to finish up.

When I was little, those changes didn’t occur until September – and with the weather change came the beginning of school. Always springs of the politically incorrect term “Indian Summer” throughout the month and into October. But it was summer straight up to that point. Of course now, kids start school in August rather than September 8th as when I was younger – so it’s sort of an interesting migration of weather pattern. Coincidentally aligning with the beginning of the school year…

Thinking that tonight's a night for fuzzy pajamas and nice bowl of some sort of warm, tasty comfort food.