Summer 2018, such as it was, comes to an end Saturday night at 9:54, according to The Old Farmer’s Almanac.
The Almanac, as is its practice, offered a few thoughts on the new season from a bygone era.
Autumn has caught us in our summer wear. – Philip Larkin, British poet (1922–86)
Autumn days come quickly, like the running of a hound on the moor. – Irish proverb
Both say, essentially, what many of us feel at this time of years; we’re not ready for summer’s end, but the natural world ignores our wishes and delivers autumn nonetheless.
The autumnal equinox, the day in the latter part of the year when the night is the equal length as day, is this weekend. Beginning Sunday, days will be shorter than their accompanying nights until our world is born new again in the spring.
Days start getting longer than the nights again in a mere six months. In the spring it’s the vernal equinox which falls on March 20 in 2019 – at 5:58 p.m. to be more specific.
It never hurts to stop and ponder the natural world around us, even if what comes after, like this first weekend of fall doesn’t exactly warm the heart.