A reader question:
Dear Muffy,
I really enjoy your blog and soul-soothing pictures of New England life. Please keep at it! With Autumn just around the corner, I have a question for you and the community
Aside from all the back to school noise, summer here always wraps up at our local club with a tennis tournament and a big talent show put on by the kids. Some families have a big picnic or get everyone together for a weekend. Do your readers have a similar favorite end of the summer event or traditions?
Best Wishes,
Thankfully we have at least 6 more weeks of summer in this part of New England, but the best end of season tradition is local's summer. All the summer visitors have gone and the leaf peepers have not yet arrived. Bliss.
ReplyDeleteSummer ends for us here, the first day of Cubbing. Generally, the first Saturday after Labor Day
ReplyDeleteWell done! Cubbing indeed! I always dreamed that our hunt club would try to bring Cubbing to the masses, you know, inner city youth and such. Alas, the unwashed folk will never experience the beauty of Cubbing.
DeleteNow most public schools start at the end of August, instead of the first Wednesday in September. Labor Day has thus been upstaged some, and is not quite what it used to be. Nevertheless we wait until after Labor Day to roll out the pumpkins. When we put the pumpkins on the porch, it’s official, “summertime has come and gone my oh my.”
ReplyDeleteWith autumn temps coming later and later, I think we should move Labor Day back to at least the third Monday in September and claim the first half of the month as the summer it is, or has become.
ReplyDeleteOur Hunt Club always ends summer and starts fall with a Foot Basset hunt! First, everyone plays mixed double Paddle! Then we down some Bullshots or Bloodies. Then everyone showers and changes into their 50-year old Orvis brush trousers and off we go! Foot Bassets can really give you a run for the money! Halfway out, we stop for some G&Ts and sandwiches and then back to the hunt. It is key never to actually find the prey, indeed, most of us think the prey died sometime back in the summer of '83. The day ends with cocktails and steaks broiled by our Club's chef, Marvin. Super day, all in all.
ReplyDeleteFerd - sign me up!
DeleteCan't beat the Travers Stakes at Saratoga Springs.
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