Labor Day

Or as is it called in Canada (Labour Day) is once again upon us and once again we reflect on the bittersweet emotions this last holiday of summer used to evoke in us.

Bittersweet because we knew winter was not far behind and the kids would be going back to school.

Winter coming was never something to look forward to as the beautiful flowers and trees of summer started to wither and die and soon the cold weather, snow and sleet and depressing grey skies would be upon us. In earlier days storm windows would have to be put up and cupboards checked to make sure we had all the necessary coats, scarves, mittens, gloves, boots and hats that we would soon need.

The BBQ had to be cleaned and stored along with bicycles and outdoor furniture.

We were never thrilled the kids were going back to school because we enjoyed all the travelling we did with them and nothing is greater than the time when they just want to be with you.

We no longer dread Labor Day (actually Labor Day here in Ajijic, Lake Chapala is in May) because we know we are not going to be facing the rigors of winter which we have never missed since moving to Ajijic, Lake Chapala in 1994.

We are still in the most beautiful season of the year – the rainy season – and the hot, dusty conditions have cooled down to a most agreeable temperate climate.

The flowers and flowering trees are still blooming in gay profusion and the Sierra Madre Mountains are still green and lush.

Lake Chapala is at a good level and we still can eat outdoors, play golf and tennis and continue to enjoy our outdoor life which is the case 12 months of the year.

It may get a little cooler as we near Christmas (Navidad) but, at worst, you may have to put on a sweater or sweatshirt in the evenings but rarely will you need a coat. I remember once in 1997 it did snow here but the snow melted before it hit the ground and everyone raced to get their stored winter coats out.

One of the main reasons we moved to Mexico was the climate and 19 years later we still do not miss the northern winters and the inevitable feeling of doom that this week-end always evinced.

Here we have nothing to look forward to other than the warmth and family and friends gatherings of Thanksgiving and the beauty of Christmas. The Noche Buenos (poinsettias) here are magnificent flowering bushes as opposed to up north where they are potted plants bought for the holidays.

This year very dear friends of ours are inching closer to retirement and have been enjoyed their beautiful home here more often so we have seen more of them this year which gives us something else for which to be grateful.

Life is good!