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The calendar proclaims that three weeks remain until summer’s end, but the dark and chilly evenings tell me a different story. Summer has always been my favorite season, and part of me wants to hold on to the warm lack of structure that June, July, and August bring.  Every week was different during the summer.  Starting next week, my calendar fills back up with my regular activities.   I know what to expect each day, and I find comfort in that.

August used to bring a flurry of preparations for homeschooling my children, but now those children have graduated from college and are both married.  I still love to wander the back to school aisles at Target, looking at all the supplies and stocking up on any clearance items that would make life easier at the Clark house.  It feels wonderful when Darren or one of the kids needs a particular item at the last minute, and I can quickly give it to them, having purchased it at a fraction of the regular price.

Fall brings new beginnings for each member of the family, which in turn gives us new stories to tell one another.  My husband began a new career path at the local elementary school a few weeks ago.  My daughter began her third year of teaching a Special Day Class for 12 children with special needs earlier this month.  Lat week, my son began his fifth fall outreach at the local university since he went on staff with Christian Challenge.  They all have exciting and different experiences to share.

I know that in 8 months, I will be excited for the return of summer, but today I will rejoice that it’s summer’s end.

What is your favorite season, and why?