Sweet summer is fading. Though it hasn’t disappeared completely, the days no longer begin and end with the same hot stickiness. The frogs have stopped croaking into the warm evenings and I haven’t heard the triumphant morning songs of birds outside our windows lately. There are still snippets of summer to be snatched, of course. I went to the beach today to celebrate a successful end to my first week of teaching, and as I fell asleep in the sand with visions of assessments to be recorded in my head, the midday sun still had enough power to scorch my skin in the uncovered places. It looks like I will be sporting a nice blotchy complexion for this last summer hoorah, this sweet, long weekend we take off for Labor Day.