“Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.”

The weather has broken. We have sun and a breeze. It is still hot, but the breeze makes the deck the best place to be. I’ll sit under the umbrella, read and watch the birds. The feeders need attention so I’ll fill them again today. The red spawn was on the deck rail, but it jumped onto branches then scooted away when it heard me. I guess all the hosing worked.

The summer is nearly over. There are fewer cars on the road this week. Some schools have opened and others open next week. Labor Day is in two weeks. That used to be the official end of the tourist season here when most motels and restaurants closed, but not anymore. The season now extends into October and the Columbus Day weekend.

The fall, the nicest time of year here, is probably called the shoulder season, but I always think of it as bus season. Tour buses, filled with older people, retirees, take over where the cars used to be. You can usually see the guide standing in the front of the bus chatting with microphone in hand.

The mums are here, one of the first signs of the changing seasons. They are on display at every garden center, and the ones I’ve planted the last few seasons have buds and flowers. I never noticed flower garden when I was a kid. I don’t even remember mums or a local garden center. I do remember farm stands selling pumpkins and corn stalks. We used to pass them on our Sunday drives to my grandparents. In those days much of the ride was on side roads until we connected with Route 1, but even then we drove through a few neighborhoods before we’d hit the oil tanks where the ships were moored. I remember the farm stand in Revere right near the church. The stand was set at an angle and pumpkins in piles filled both sides of the front. Inside the stand we could see those oblong fruit baskets filled with apples and vegetables. We never stopped there. We never even asked. We just knew my father would say no. He hated stopping. He was a straight here to there sort of guy.

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8 Comments on ““Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    It has turned here too now, rainy and cooler now. I’m afraid autumn just started for real today. We almost only have tourists here in spring when the cranes arrive but there are a few bus tours passing by all year, they’ll visit every ruin, church and tomb area in the county before they drive back home again. Not so many that one get annoyed of them though.

    I have seen the first mums now but their season doesn’t really start until early September. No use in planting them here though, they won’t start to flower until October as best but by then frost will have damaged them so badly that they just look sad 🙂

    Well since I come from a family filled with gardeners I did notice the flowers already as a tiny child 🙂 but I’m pretty sure no other kid did 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      My AC is back on today. The weather is so humid I swear a spoon can stand up in the heavy air. The weatherman says the humidity will be less tomorrow and gone by Thursday. I can hardly wait for it to go finally.

      We usually don’t get frost until November, if then, as December is more likely. Mums do well here and have time to bud and blossom.

      My father planted annuals just to plant something. It wasn’t until much, much later my mother got into having a flower garden. She had a great one outside the kitchen window. One of my dogs always found a way inside the fence, and I had to go and save the garden.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    Here in Phoenix the heat took a break this evening as a dust storm rolled through the valley followed by thunderstorms. I don’t think this is called Autumn here when it was 105 degrees. 🙂

    My dad also hated to stop along the way for tourist traps or farm stands. In the 1950s wee drove annually from Dallas to NYC to visit the relatives. He was always concerned about making good time. In those days the Interstate system was just being built and there were many two lane highways that went through lots of small towns. We knew when we were getting close to our destination when we got onto the Pennsylvania Turnpike. It was one of the first limited access four lane highways that crossed the mountains. It was an engineering feat when it was built in the 1930s.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      We won’t have autumn for a while and even then the weather is beautiful. The humidity is still stick and the temperature hot. Together they are horrid. The weatherman says Thursday for no humidity. I hope he’s right.

      We made gas and bathroom stops and that was usually it. If it was an extra long ride, we’d stop at a picnic spot and have the lunch my mother packed. On vacations we each got a little money, a dollar or two, to buy whatever we wanted.

      I take those 2 lane roads now when I go north as I love riding through small town.

      • Bob Says:

        We would stop to eat in resturants because my father hated picnics or eating in the car.He was not a fan of Drive In resturants. In Places like Muskogee Oklahoma or Joplin Missouri we always stopped at local dinners. When we got closer to the East Coast we would stop at Howard Johnson’s where we got those ice cream cones with the ice cream dipped with a cone snapped dipper. It was fun because it was different. I loved there fried clam sandwich.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        We almost never stopped at restaurants, too expensive. The only time I remember doing that was our trip to see the falls. When I think back, I wonder how log my parents must have saved to afford that trip with the hotels and restaurants.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    It’s not autumn here, yet. Not temperature-wise anyway. It’s also very, very humid. The breeze has been cool but as soon as I start moving around and doing things, I’m dripping perspiration streams. I hate being sticky and sweaty. Even so, I haven’t had the AC on during this humid phase. The fans were enough to keep the house cool.
    Today, Weds, the AC went on right after I came in the house from walking the dogs this morning. The sun came out and it’s hot and humid.
    I haven’t seen any chrysanthemums at the local plant places yet but I did notice that the biggest place has cleared away all its “summer” plants and the plant benches are empty. I assume chrysanthemums are coming along with corn stalks, pumpkins and decorative gourds.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I thought the quote was perfect for the end of August into September-we aren’t one or the other.

      The humidity is a killer. I have my AC on. I had it off yesterday for most of the day, but just as with you, I did a couple of things and was sweaty-on went the air.

      My centers already have their mums out. They were about a week later than usual. Two in my garden have buds and one has a couple of flowers. I’ll buy a few more as I love to have the front filled with mums. I’ll add a pumpkin and one of those swan looking gourds when the season is in full swing.

      Have a great evening!


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