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by Rod Johnson
Well folks, it's time. I'm speaking of the inevitable process of when one summer season takes a bow and heads off stage. Sometimes they disperse rather grudgingly and other years they are gone in the blink of an eye.
Oh yes, as we the audience clap or perhaps feel a little sad, she steps back on the stage for a curtain call. It may be for a nice long September weekend or occasionally for what we call an Indian summer.
In our hearts, we know the summer play is over but wait, at the same time a new cast is in the wings. We lose our sadness about summer's passing and become confident that the fall season will take the stage and give us a great show.
In thinking about the seasonal changes, especially summer into fall, we conjure up many scenes, noises and smells that mark the annual transition. Here are some that may ring a bell for you:
Life moves on and we accept the new fall season. As we move well into September with October not far off, the leaves are becoming colorful in the higher elevations. We might go north for a "foliage ride" on Sunday to view the colorful vistas provided by Mother Nature.
Our central Maine area of The Belgrades is practically empty now; the tourists have returned to places like Boston, Connecticut, New York and others. Some may return for a curtain call of their own during the Labor Day weekend, and perhaps a second call for Columbus Day. The leaves are now in their most spectacular dress, and we know that the annual phenomenon of seasonal changes is marching forward. Have a great fall. We'll see you next summer.
Rod Johnson was born and raised in the Belgrade Lakes in the 1950s and '60s.