When Did Summer Grow Old?

IMG_1241Every year, sometime around the end of July, it always surprises me to suddenly realize the days are once more getting shorter. You would think that since I get up at the same time everyday – seven days a week – and head to the barn at the same time everyday that I would notice the gradual change, but every year there is always that quiet, dark, morning when I suddenly notice how dark it is and that the early mornings are no longer lit with the grey light of pre-dawn. For me that moment always marks the beginning of the end of summer; even though quite often it feels as though summer has just begun.

By mid-August, I am flooded with memories of back-to-school days – both my own and those of my children – and I am once again reminded that summer is passing. I have always thought this remembrance of school days and summer’s end was brought to mind by the overflow of school supplies that flood the stores and the ‘back-to-school’ sale ads that inundate me wherever I look, but perhaps my memories are also integrated with the changes in the season as summer grows old and fall hints that it may soon make an appearance.

Yesterday I took a short morning walk and thanked the Lord for a day to move at a slightly slower pace. As I was enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of an early summer morning, I realized that there is something almost undetectable in the look of the land, the position of the sun, and even in the faint smells that fill the air that are reminiscent of the subtle passing of summer. Summer is growing old and its passing reminds me that although the seasons repeat themselves and are reborn every year, no two are ever exactly the same. Each passing year brings its own trials and sweet memories as the seasons of our lives pass almost as quickly as the seasons of the year. There will always be days that responsibilities demand we keep up with the hectic pace of this world, but as summer draws to an end, I am reminded once more to live fully in each season, pausing as often as I can to enjoy each moment fully and fill them with thanksgiving and praise knowing that summer is growing old and I will not pass this way again.

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The trees are fully clothed,
The grass is lush and green,
The flowers are in full array,
They make a lovely scene

Sweet scent of rose fills the air.
The garden shares its wealth.
Fluffy clouds fill big blue skies.
Summer seems in perfect health.

But walking this quiet morning,
I’m suddenly saddened to hear,
“Summer is growing old”
The breeze whispers in my ear.

Her days are growing shorter,
Though lovely despite her age.
Her demise has been foretold;
Summer is now a sage

When exactly did she age?
I ask myself in sad dismay
Pausing to mournfully admit
I know she will soon slip away.

I ponder how I spent her youth?
Did I treasure her young days?
Was I grateful for the sunshine
And each new grand display?

I think about the many days
I rushed so quickly through,
But I’m thankful to remember
I stopped to enjoy a few.

As summer grows old unnoticed,
Seasons of life pass quickly away.
I’m reminded to be thankful
And enjoy each passing day.


About sheilacampbell

Like all people, my life is multi faceted. I have been a mom for twenty-eight years, raising three wonderful children to young adults. I have been also been a wife, a sister, a daughter, and a friend. I love my Lord; I love the life He has given me and I write about the things I love.
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One Response to When Did Summer Grow Old?

  1. Betty Jayne Carroll-Castle says:

    Hi Sheila! What a wonderful post. Love you & your sweet family. Long for a good visit . . . one of these days! God Bless You! Betty Jayne

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