Supposedly, fall is right around the corner, although you wouldn’t know it from the weather in DC (highs in the high 80s all next week – not that I’m complaining; you will NEVER hear me complain about it’s being too warm, because in my opinion, there is no such thing). I’m going through the same confusing season change that I do every year at this time – summer and fall are my two favorite seasons, with fall just barely edging out summer, so even though I’m always excited to welcome back hot apple cider, pumpkin picking, Hallowe’en costumes, puffy vests and circle scarves, I’m never quite ready to bid goodbye to summer, either. The result, as always, is multiple nostalgic posts about the summer that is wrapping up, as I attempt to wring every last bit of golden light from the season. I’ll have more coming – a few more weeks of Virginia Beach recaps, and my completed summer list – before I’m ready to turn my attention to a new season. But first, a look back at the season that is on its way out.
I know it’s technically spring, if you’re going by equinoxes and solstices, but Memorial Day weekend is the true start of summer for most people (us included). We spent ours visiting my parents and got in a mountaintop in western Massachusetts, and a day at my parents’ lake house in the Adirondacks.
The very next weekend, I was back in the Adirondacks, on business travel to Lake George.
It was really rather okay there.
We explored our new town – Williamsville, NY – and knowing that our days there were almost certainly numbered, made sure to soak up all the good things about it. Our favorite spot? Island Park, for the playground, the sandbox with a fleet of trucks, the farmers’ market, and the library. Heaven! We were there every Saturday this summer.
On Father’s Day weekend, I ran the 50 Yard Finish 5K. Hard to believe that two years ago, I crossed this same finish line after 13.1 miles and set a 13 minute PR!
Two weeks later, we celebrated America’s birthday in an even bigger sandbox – the EduKids sandbox at Canalside!
And Nugget and I took a gorgeous walk through fields of goldenrod at Knox Farm State Park, one of our favorite spots in WNY.
Nugget’s life was made complete when we took him to Touch-a-Truck in Williamsville.
The rest of July was spent packing our lives and tying up loose ends in Buffalo, in preparation for our move home to Washington, DC. But we couldn’t go without saying goodbye – and we did it the best way we knew how, by throwing Peanut an early birthday party at the Rose Garden in Delaware Park. Not all of our friends were able to join us; Peanut suffers from what I call “the curse of the summer birthday” – meaning that someone is always on vacation when we throw her party, and sadly, this year that was her BFF, N, and N’s sweet family. But many, many people came out to celebrate Peanut and see us off on our next adventure, and we were so grateful. Most importantly, Zan and Paul were there – more than anyone else, they made our three years in Buffalo, and Peanut’s party wouldn’t have felt complete without them there. We threw down picnic blankets in the grass and let the kiddos run around on the playground, and it was perfect.
And then our moving truck came to load up our lives and drive them south. It was a stressful move, so the less said about it, the better.
The first chance we had – at 9:00 the morning after the movers left – we rolled right back out of DC and down another three hours south, for a week on Virginia Beach.
It was exactly the breather I needed before jumping from one stressful job to another (but at least my new stressful job is in DC – home!).
Speaking of home, we enjoyed being back. My cousin Jocelyn came to visit and watch the kids for two weeks, and she’d never been to DC, so we enjoyed showing her around – including a hazy beautiful morning spent wandering the monuments.
Jocelyn is an avid hiker (check out her blog!) so we knew we had to show her our favorite spot – Great Falls. I have been to the park countless times, and I never, ever grow tired of that view. I rocked the new child carrier backpack (Steve’s and my eleventh anniversary gift to each other) and we carted our backpacks full of baby along our favorite trail.
I took my first run on my old favorite running route – the Mount Vernon Trail. 3.1 miles done for the Rock ‘n Roll Making the Band challenge – hot, sticky, and pushing a 25 pound toddler in a 20 pound stroller, and loved every minute of it. (And yes, I am wearing my race shirt from the Great Pumpkin 5K – jumping the gun a little, but I was in the mood to wear orange, so.)
And rekindled my love affair with the King Street Farmers’ Market, thanks to this gorgeous orange and purple mixed bouquet that I got for FIVE DOLLARS. Amazing, no?
Some summer! Not every moment has been golden and magical, but a lot of them have, and that’s good enough for me. One of these days (although not anytime soon, I suspect) the nights will start growing cooler, and I’ll be pulling out jeans, smartwool socks and puffy vests again, researching apple orchards and pumpkin patches, and mixing up pots of bean chili for football Sunday. But in the meantime, I’m reliving summer just a little bit longer. Care to join me?