Wednesday, September 05, 2007

End of Summer Rituals

Some of the suggestions I have heard so far: back to school shopping and makeovers (for those inclined), pedicures for summer feet, planting indoor herbs or flowers, sitting and reading under an apple tree, star gazing, cleaning/organizing and eating brushetta with garden fresh tomatoes and basil. No one suggested moving to warmer climes, but it has crossed my mind.

We spent most of the weekend getting ready for school: stocking up on items for Juj’s daily cold lunch, picking up the last of the school supplies and replenishing diapers at the daycare center. We harvested a few small heads of purple cabbage (dang slugs got a hold of them and I didn’t want to waste any beer on them) and cherry tomatoes and set the alarm clocks for a little earlier. Of course there will be plenty of time for fall activities such as hikes along the river, trips to the pumpkin farm for gourds and caramel apples, hearing the rustle of leaves along the sidewalk, the rush and energy of cooler nights, but I am getting ahead of myself here.

On Sunday, my parents and I, along with Juj, took a trip on replica of a 1800's schooner, organized through our local science museum. The sailboat was built by volunteers and is a combination of the types of boats that sailed the great lakes transporting lumber in the days before steam engines. Four towering 150 year old white pine trees were given by the Menominee Nation and stand as the tall masts, holding ancestral spirits inside. It was a glorious day, the lake glistened as we helped hoist the sails and listened to the first mate direct the vessel: "ease the sheets, idle hands aloft," and I thought of the romance of the sea, the immigrants and slave ships, of words like doldrums and poop deck, expressions like "three sheets to the wind, loose cannon and walking the plank." That is before the nausea kicked in as Juj and I explored the sleeping quarters and galley. Indeed, Terra firma is the place for me. Even though the schooner winds it’s way through the St. Laurence seaway to the Bahamas during the winter months, I myself am staying put, with my feet on the ground and dealing with the changing seasons and new routines. What's your "end of summer" ritual?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beware the mal de debarquement, any sightings of Charlotte Doyle?