Funny memory this morning. The 4’th has come and gone for another year. My father was in retailing. He would always say that summer was over after July 4’th. In retailing, the focus would shift to planning for Fall and even projecting towards the holidays. I remember railing against that idea. In my view, the summer had barely started.
Here in Falmouth, summer reaches a crescendo during the two weeks surrounding the 4’th. We ride the waves of summer until the road race in August. This has become my new end date for summer.
The Falmouth Road Race is a big deal. Throngs of runners and spectators arrive to swell our ranks. There is a marked difference after the road race every year, Summer isn’t really over the third weekend in August, but practically speaking, there is a definite shift. Crowds slowly drift away. Vacations end. Families turn their eyes to planning for the start of school. Locals can find spots on the beaches and tables at local restaurants.
I prefer to think of July 4’th as only the beginning of a lovely season of toes-in-the-sand sunsets.