I grew up in a small, summer town on the finger lakes in Central NY.
The town started to empty in September, and was closed up by the time the leaves started to fall. I loved the shoulder seasons, but a big part of the enjoyment was knowing the roll-up of the streets and closing of stores was temporary and would start to reverse in May (I’d be busy skiing).
I loved the peace and quiet and absence of people during shoulder season, but was a love knowing the solitude was temporary. I enjoyed the slow down, and still find spells of time alone are needed to clear my head and straighten myself out.
I moved 40 years ago. The town is now 4 seasons. Sure, the change can be seen as positive, but in my mind there has been something lost, too.
End of May is a great time to be born! (I’m a tiny bit biased, being a May 24th baby myself.) there’s always a holiday around your birthday, your birthday ends up, coinciding with things like graduation and getting out of school for the summer. It’s just a great time to be born. You have Jibbs to help you through what clearly must be an uncomfortable. To say the least. Starting to think my mom must’ve been happy that I was born a few weeks early, even if that had a few scary moments. Makes no sense that my sister was her favorite though. My sister made her suffer through extra weeks of pregnancy.
I wish I could describe our thaw outs as eloquently as you do... living in brown, mud, and gray skies never really gets better... but if I had the words to describe it as you do inside my head, it would make it more tolerable.
I grew up in a small, summer town on the finger lakes in Central NY.
The town started to empty in September, and was closed up by the time the leaves started to fall. I loved the shoulder seasons, but a big part of the enjoyment was knowing the roll-up of the streets and closing of stores was temporary and would start to reverse in May (I’d be busy skiing).
I loved the peace and quiet and absence of people during shoulder season, but was a love knowing the solitude was temporary. I enjoyed the slow down, and still find spells of time alone are needed to clear my head and straighten myself out.
I moved 40 years ago. The town is now 4 seasons. Sure, the change can be seen as positive, but in my mind there has been something lost, too.
End of May is a great time to be born! (I’m a tiny bit biased, being a May 24th baby myself.) there’s always a holiday around your birthday, your birthday ends up, coinciding with things like graduation and getting out of school for the summer. It’s just a great time to be born. You have Jibbs to help you through what clearly must be an uncomfortable. To say the least. Starting to think my mom must’ve been happy that I was born a few weeks early, even if that had a few scary moments. Makes no sense that my sister was her favorite though. My sister made her suffer through extra weeks of pregnancy.
I wish I could describe our thaw outs as eloquently as you do... living in brown, mud, and gray skies never really gets better... but if I had the words to describe it as you do inside my head, it would make it more tolerable.
love. 💕
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