Summer has all but ended, and now passes its torch to our amazing fall. Everyone in Michigan has this internal clock that makes us all focus on each and every precious summer day, as if it were a gold nugget unearthed and hoarded.
We wait all winter.
We save dates.
We plan, we savor, we enjoy to the fullest. And, when those summer days are upon us, we revel in the memories that we make or re-live those from summer’s past.
The summer wind, came blowin’ in – from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair – and walk with me All summer long, we sang a song – and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights – they went flyin’ by The world was new, beneath a blue – umbrella sky Then softer than, a piper man – one day it called to you I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind The autumn wind, and the winter winds – they have come and gone And still the days, those lonely days – they go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies – through nights that never end My fickle friend, the summer wind
So it was this Friday night. Summer is all but done; only holding on by its finger nails. No more outside patio. Now, the patron at the Three Blind Mice were all huddled inside, seeming for good as the temperature makes it uncomfortable to linger too long outside for too long.
That’s all well and good for us. We like the huddled masses inside. They laugh, they drink. They eat and they sing. Tonight, we experienced each and every bit of that as the night was pure Michigan fall magic, on an technically summer night.
We had friends visit. We entertained. We even had some new friends sit in and play some great music to entertain as we took a break. Upstairs we a fun band as well. Zombie Karma.
It was a great night; Carl and I enjoyed every moment, and hopefully so did the patrons. So the summer is coming to an end . .
no matter . . . we will revel in the fall.
Rb
