Monday, August 26, 2013


Summer is a time of play and having fun. Or so I've always thought. Probably a holdover from when I was in school. Couldn't wait for relief from homework and dress codes.

Summer was always a time of adventures. My two older brothers and I had a grand time thinking up stories to act out, forts to build, and trails to blaze through the woods for our bikes.  Our bikes became everything from horses, race cars, space shuttles (ala Star Trek), and motorcycles. Our yard and surrounding forests became our playground, our door through time to a new planet, the Wild West, climbing the mountains. In other words, it was our stage.

I’m not going to say we didn't have chores because we did. Plus my dad was in the trades and I was his number one helper on different projects from concrete work to bricklaying, with a few in ground swimming pools thrown in. There also the houses we renovated. A lot of hard labor where I learned much both about the trades and the men worked them. 

Those lessons didn't start until I was eleven and ended when I turned eighteen and went off to college. Dad always made sure I had playtime and down time to just hang out and read or, do my creative stuff. Summertime has always been a time for fun and tons of reading and I always have a book with me regardless of where I go or what I’m doing.

August was always a weird month. We started school the day after Labor Day. The last few weeks of August was gearing up for that workload.  I was glad to get back to school and I was ready. I actually loved school. I loved the smell of new clothes, paper, books, and the hint of autumn. I absolutely love September through November. I love the smell of wood smoke in the air, the intense blue skies, the gorgeous colors, and the snap of chill in the air. At this point in my life, I’m not particularly fond of icy cold and snow. *shrugging. I deal. I complain, but overall, winter has its beauty and joys too.

I think those attitudes are the same for me now. My mind turns to work oriented things, as if to say playtime is over. So it is this year. I’m back to my day job, which takes up quite a bit of time
and more mental energy than I like. Off time, my focus is more on completing chores around the ranch in preparation for winter but…I also have characters circling around in my head wanting to be let out to play. They want a stage to play on.  The fall is certainly busier and yet I seem to accomplish quite a bit. I find myself wanting to write more. Winter brings those lovely days of snowfall and storms, which seem to put my dragon muse in a tizzy to write. Over all, I do my best creative writing from August through winter—much better than I do in the summer play time.

How about you? How does this time of the year affect you?


Mason Canyon said...

Sia, I hadn't really thought of summer and fall in those terms but it fits perfectly. I tend to do more crafty things - crocheting, knitting - in the fall and winter. It's funny, I think about those things in the summer but can't seem to do them. There's also something about a warm cozy fire and curling up with a good book that makes fall especially nice. Fall also makes me want to bake more - not a good thing. :)

Thoughts in Progress

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Scary how many kids have to go back to school before Labor Day now.
This time of year means approaching cooler weather and football!!

Melanie Schulz said...

It does stay in your system-doesn't it? Summer, even now, feels like "vacation" time, even though I'm working just as much as I am any other time of the year.

Karen Walker said...

Fall always feels like the beginning of a new year for me, even more so than New Year's Eve. I guess it's because school started again. It's my favorite season. I feel renewed energy.

L.G. Smith said...

My parents were both teachers who had summers off when I was a kid, so summer has always meant play to me. Mentally, I change focus in the fall and get much more serious about work. It's true. :)

~Sia McKye~ said...

MASON--me too. I enjoy crocheting in the winter. ditto on snuggling up in a comfy chair w/a blanket and a good book. It is nice!

ALEX--yah, here in Missouri they start school mid August but they'e out by the 2nd wk in May--unless we havea lot snow and they have to make up days.

Fall and football seem to go together. :-)

~Sia McKye~ said...

MELANIE- yes, it tends to stay in your system regardless of your work schedule, lol!

KAREN--I think the freshness and crisp in the air renews. Makes you feel alive and charged up.

LG--me too. Mental gears do change.

L. Diane Wolfe said...

It seems like the darkest things in my life always happened in the fall, and yet I still enjoy its approach.

Jo said...

I never had to start until well into September when I was at school. I always loved the summer holidays because they included my birthday in September. Of course the two other holidays we had included Christmas and Easter which made them something to look forward to. I have never thought of August as the beginning of Fall but with all the leaves already decorating the local streets this year, I guess Fall has definitely started although we are off on our summer vacation in a couple of weeks!!!

Yolanda Renee said...

I love fall as much as spring, but it's the heading into winter that bothers me. Too dark, too cold, and too melancholy - I prefer the speed of life in summer!

Arlee Bird said...

September has always seemed like a time of new beginnings for me. New school year and a string of fun special days until New Year. January always feels anti-climatic to me and the rest of the year mostly winds down to the summer fun break before the new beginning. The cycle of life.

Tossing It Out