Well, it’s finally here, the Tuesday after Labor Day, and there were a lot of glum faces at the final cookout of the season at my neighbor’s house last night.
It was a great weekend, weather-wise, and everyone had a chance to do yardwork, house cleaning or (in my case) enjoy the last recreational activities of summer. The latter included the Falmouth Chamber’s annual “Pops Goes the Summer” concert and fireworks, and watching my friend’s son play in a rock band at the last Hyannis street fair.
I wanted to check out something I’d read about last year, but let the day slip by in favor of staying at home and avoiding the traffic: there was a newspaper story last fall about some Cape residents who have a tradition of bidding the tourists goodbye from one of the many overpasses that span Route 6, the Mid-Cape highway.
My sister-in-law, who lives in deep apple and foliage country, emailed that she’s happy fall is almost here. This is the one time of the year that I miss living in the Merrimack Valley, where maple trees haven’t been overrun by the ubiquitous oaks. We have enough water on the Cape to feed a respectable autumn display, but not enough of the right species to provide the same lavish colors that they get in the central and western part of the state.
So, maybe I’ll get organized for one or two day trips for apple picking and cider. We’ll see.