IT’S ALWAYS DIFFICULT TO TRANSITION FROM SUMMER INTO FALL FOR ME. I’m never prepared for the abrupt change in temperature and I’m loathe to say goodbye to the endless ease of summer days. On the Tuesday morning after Labour Day, when the school bus shifts gears as it heads up our road, it’s a sign to me that the time has come to shift my focus. I watch as little kids take one last glance back before they tentatively climb the first step onto the bus, and realize that my challenges are minor compared to what they will face this fall. Heck, just getting their backpacks off must be daunting! But they do it. They meet new friends, they deal with familiar foes, they fall into routines and the apprehension disappears as quickly as the sandwich they throw in the wastebasket at lunch.
My grandson told his mom that he would probably cry the first day of school but he would be fine after that. This fall I’m taking my cue from him: I may be sad that summer’s over but I’ll hit my rhythm pretty quickly. I’ll get the fire started first thing and that will take the chill off the morning. After that, the sun will burn the fog off the fields, and I’ll get after the adventures the new season has to offer. I just have to get up the first step of the bus.