{"id":306,"date":"2016-08-31T14:01:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-31T14:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2016\/08\/31\/the-end-of-summer-3\/"},"modified":"2020-10-28T02:35:19","modified_gmt":"2020-10-28T02:35:19","slug":"the-end-of-summer-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2016\/08\/31\/the-end-of-summer-3\/","title":{"rendered":"The End Of Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"swimming<\/a><\/div>\n
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I hate to break it to you but summer is over. \u00a0I know this because my son went back to school yesterday and my daughter goes back tomorrow. \u00a0We all know that it is the school calendar that dictates the start and end of summer and the school calendar declares summer over.<\/p>\n

We will ignore the fact that yesterday it was almost 90 degrees. \u00a0Today it is about 70. \u00a0I was able to bake banana chocolate chip muffins without heating the house up to an ungodly temperature. \u00a0My gardens are getting that blowsy, overdone look and the nights are cooling down.<\/p>\n

\"blackberries\"<\/a><\/div>\n

My thoughts are turning toward big pots of chili and loaves of homemade bread, to cozy afghans and big books. \u00a0I have several I have been saving for the long, dark evenings ahead.<\/p>\n

\"wildflowers\"<\/a><\/div>\n

We will go for long walks, sit around a campfire or two, bake lots of cookies, and probably go apple picking.<\/p>\n

\"apple<\/a><\/div>\n

There is a nostalgic feel to the very end of summer, regret for all the things that didn’t get done, the moments of laziness that were not fully indulged, the swims that were not taken, the places not visited.<\/p>\n

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I like a lot of Robert Frost’s poetry. \u00a0He is such a New England poet and his poetry always seems to catch a mood and give the image in my head words. \u00a0Here is one that ties in with the feel of the end of summer.<\/p>\n

A LATE WALK<\/p>\n

When I go up through the mowing field,
\nThe headless aftermath,
\nSmooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
\nHalf closes the garden path.<\/p>\n

And when I come to the garden ground,
\nThe whir of sober birds
\nUp from the tangle of withered weeds
\nIs sadder than any words.<\/p>\n

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
\nBut a leaf that lingered brown,
\nDisturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
\nComes softly rattling down.<\/p>\n

I end not far from my going forth
\nBy picking the faded blue
\nOf the last remaining aster flower
\nTo carry again to you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I hate to break it to you but summer is over. \u00a0I know this because my son went back to school yesterday and my daughter goes back tomorrow. \u00a0We all know that it is the school calendar that dictates the start and end of summer and the school calendar declares summer over. We will ignore the fact that yesterday it was almost 90 degrees. \u00a0Today it is about 70. \u00a0I was able to bake banana chocolate chip muffins without heating the house up to an ungodly temperature. \u00a0My gardens are getting that blowsy, overdone look and the nights are cooling down. My thoughts are turning toward big pots of chili and loaves of homemade bread, to cozy afghans and big books. \u00a0I have several I have been saving for the long, dark evenings ahead. We will go for long walks, sit around a campfire or two, bake lots of cookies, and probably go apple picking. There is a nostalgic feel to the very end of summer, regret for all the things that didn’t get done, the moments of laziness that were not fully indulged, the swims that were not taken, the places not visited. I like a lot of Robert Frost’s poetry. \u00a0He is such a New England poet and his poetry always seems to catch a mood and give the image in my head words. \u00a0Here is one that ties in with the feel of the end of summer. A LATE WALK When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words. A tree beside the wall stands bare, But a leaf that lingered brown, Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought, Comes softly rattling down. I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":923,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[48,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-306","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-thoughts"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/306","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=306"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/306\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2803,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/306\/revisions\/2803"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=306"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=306"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}