The first day of the ninth month of the year of the Camellia

September and the kids are back at school or will soon be.  This next weekend will be the last of the big weekends of the summer, and  we kids always anticipated a big time.  It was at least a three day affair that our fathers had off from work and that meant we went somewhere.  In my case, it was three or four days on Maryland's eastern shore at our place there. 

And btw, I did attend one of these one room school houses for kindergarten through second grade.

We had a boat of course and most of the weekend would be spent on the water, either swimming, crabbing, or fishing.  The bleak reality that school began again after the weekend was over,  didn't set in till along about Sunday afternoon.  But afterall we had our friends to look forward to seeing despite the regimen of school.

We actually had to put shoes on for the first time since June and say goodbye to our summer buds.  Then the long car ride back up to New Jersey was pretty quiet.  Didn't, as I remember those trips, fight with my sister too much.  It was sorta like the lambs being taken to slaughter, we were quiet and introspective.  Our lives would change irrevocably for the next 8 or 9 months. Then we'd take the shoes off and start it all over again in June.