Break Means More Hours

Today is another glorious day. It would have been wonderful if after church I could have taken another walk in a park. Drew had actually suggested a trip to Letchworth State Park. Turns out they are having their annual miles-long craft show. That would have been grand. But unfortunately, I have to work this afternoon. And in fact, I had to work yesterday after my walk.

It's quiet in the library, but for the graduate students who are not on Fall Reading break, its important that the library be open and available. So here I sit with one student, monitoring the dozen or so people who have need of working on such a glorious day. And in fact, I am able to help with several issues that would have required my input anyways.

I have realized that this weekend is, in fact, Indian summer. The last hurrah of warm weather that we are likely to get before the dreary fall gray and the frozen winter white overtakes the out of doors. It has been a glorious Indian summer. It makes you almost think this reprieve might be repeated in November. I suppose we will not be that fortunate.

I am already thinking about winterizing the car and have unpacked some sweaters and warm jackets. But I can't help thinking about the turtles and swans of yesterday (yes, the mate did show up behind a stand of rushes) floating about in sun lit sparkling water. Surely the lazy days of summer are not that far behind us. Hang on to that memory.