After I declared the arrival of Autumn almost two weeks ago, our Vancouver weather decided to show me who’s boss and dished up more than a week of gorgeous, hot-hot summery days. Anything we may have lacked in the way of a toasty spring is being made up now in a beautiful, golden Indian Summer. The outdoor pools are staying open a week past their usual closing date, and anybody who can is taking to the streets, beaches and parks. Because as beautiful as it is now, everyone knows it could become cold, gray and rainy tomorrow.
In the past week I’ve picnicked on four different beaches, at one park and at our local organic CSA farm. Everywhere we go we pick blackberries, either to pop into our mouths immediately or to bring home in buckets for jam making. The picnic dishes haven’t been properly put away all week, the blankets are only being washed and hung to dry now, and over the course of the week I progressed from bringing classic picnic food (PB&J sandwiches, sliced fruit) to less regular fare (shredded cabbage salad with a fennel and garlic viniagrette – the only thing I could think to make from a fridge that contained one enormous farm share cabbage and not much else.)
We met up with friends both old and new, celebrated the return of not-back-to-school season with other homeschooling families, and soaked a little bit more sun into our already summerbrown skins. As Renee at FIMBY says, the end of summer is a season unto itself. I felt melancholy about the return of Autumn a couple of weeks ago, but after 10 days of hot summer sun and even some hot, sweaty nights, I am glad to say that my melancholy has passed into a bonafide anticipation of Autumn’s chilly sweater weather and fireside knitting. Some kind of threshold has been passed, and I think it was the week of picnics that did it.