Not according to the calendar, but there is something about Labor Day weekend that makes it feel as though summer is making its exit out the back door while fall is knocking on the front. My sister and brother-in-law were over for supper last night--a summery meal of chicken Cobb salad, fresh green beans, tomatoes and corn on the cob served on the deck. Still, it was dark by the time we got to dessert.
We had finally heard from our brother who lives in a town that was particularly hard hit by Hurricane Irene. He lives near a mountain stream besides. The were without electricity and the yard was flooded, but house, barn and animals were all safe.
It was very sad to ride into town the other day and see the damage that has been done. The next town, the one where I grew up, actually, was hit hard and it seems like everything is just covered with river silt. My husband's old shop was flooded with four feet of water. State offices in another town were flooded and so services and emergency response abilities were affected as well.
For those who commented on my last post...I took the Lake George trip the week before the hurricane and actually was blissfully unaware of Irene's existence until we got back on the Thursday before it hit.
And I do think that they appreciated the vacation. They are polite and thanked me during and after. Once in a while one or the other of them would say, "You are the best grandma in the whole world." That is thanks enough for me.