The Last Little Taste Of Summer

There’s something about these last few golden weeks that feels both bittersweet and magical. The mornings are cooler now, with a crispness that whispers fall is on its way, but the afternoons still cling to the warmth of summer. I find myself holding on too, savoring every last little taste of it—whether that’s sitting outside with an iced coffee, taking my son for a late evening walk, or grabbing fresh flowers from the market just because they’re still in season.

This is the season of in-betweens. You’re still wearing sandals, but you’re also eyeing that new sweater waiting in your closet. You’re lighting candles again at night, but you’re not quite ready to let go of the smell of sunscreen or the way the sun lingers just a little longer. For me, it’s the time of year where I feel both nostalgic for what’s passed and excited for what’s coming.

I think about summer barbecues, the sweet heat of August, and the long days that stretched wide and easy. But now I’m also daydreaming about fall traditions—taking my son to the pumpkin patch, cozying up with books, and finally making those soups and baked goods I’ve been craving.

The last little taste of summer reminds me that life is always moving forward. Seasons shift, babies grow, routines change—but there’s beauty in holding onto the present moment while looking forward to what’s next.

So maybe I’ll spend a little extra time outside this week, soaking in the late summer sun. Maybe I’ll grab another iced drink, even if my heart is already leaning toward chai lattes. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let myself linger in this in-between, where summer waves goodbye and fall is just waiting to be welcomed in.