You know summer is over when the lifeguards at the local pools and beaches blow the 5 p.m. whistle for the last time and everyone within earshot claps.
Do you remember last September? Once again, summer is quickly becoming a blur.
Ooh a little respect. Adieu to the Queen of Soul.
If it is August, then you must know whoever you are looking for, the Vineyard is where they will be.
Although many among us are able to relax, rest and repose, there are those who continue carry on and forge ahead. One such person who I would like to recognize this week is Assemblyman Al Taylor.
I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring. But it’s not; it’s summer. Time to break out those killer playlists with maybe something mellow, grab a tall, cool glass of lemonade and kick back.
Summer breeze, summer madness, summertime and the living is easy.
They say the best way to keep cool is to think cool thoughts.
You want to get away, but time and money won’t let you. You want to cool off, but the brutal city heat won’t let you. No worries. New York has a variety of ways to do both and have a good time.
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter?
June is busting out all over. I love saying that, which is one reason I love the month of June. Father’s Day, graduations, weddings, anniversaries (including mine!), all kinds of good things happen.
There’s magic in the air, winter’s disappeared, green grass everywhere—it’s summer. Catchy as that sounds, I have to admit I did not make up the phrase.
Along with the warmer weather comes the dreaded chore. You know the one I am speaking of—spring cleaning. Lifting the shades, you see all of the dust bunnies.
“There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?”—George Bernard Shaw.
Back in time for May are Bill and Brenda Dillon Covette, who just returned from a whirlwind trip to Bangkok and Bali.
Up down, up down, it rains, the winds blow, and then the sun shines
April showers bring May flowers, and I don’t know about you but I am ready to see some colorful blooms after the gray skies and snow, sleet and rain.
Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, or so we hope as once again Easter is upon us.
Still waiting to thaw out? Between the spring equinox, daylight saving time and exiting the last of the zodiac signs, Pisces, and entering into Aries, warmer weather can’t be far behind.
“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” (“Macbeth,” Act V, Scene V).
In like a lion, out like a lamb—or so we hope. Women’s History Month, the Ides of March, St. Patrick’s Day and everything in between, the March winds are upon us so hold on to your hats.
Oh February, what a beautiful month tis thee! Febrero in Spanish, Fevrier in French, Febbraio in Italian, Er yue in Mandarin, Februar in German and Februari in Swahili.
Have you ever noticed that the calendar year is just chocked full of holidays? No sooner do we recover from all of the New Year’s gaiety and Dr. King solemnity, it’s time to jump into gear for February.
Now that we are approaching the end of January, how are those resolutions you made coming along? Most of us start off with a lot of gusto, whether with good intent or guilt from hanging out too much over the weekend. Either way, no matter how sincere, by month’s end resolutions start to fizzle, and by February, many are long forgotten.
he Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King is still remembered, as he should and always will be. With marches professing peace and social justice for all, the upper school students at Manhattan Country School made their annual trek through the streets of Upper Manhattan to remind us, lest we forget, “No justice, No peace.”
The deep arctic freeze is upon us and all I can say is button up your overcoat. Although the snow doesn’t accumulate like it used to, nothing has stopped the winds blowing off the Arctic ice from swooping down on us.
Faith, family, peace, goodwill and good deeds—just a few phrases to start off the new year, along, of course, with your resolutions. Always starting the new year off is the last major event of the old year
Wait a minute. It’s not over. In fact, we’re just getting started. It’s the celebration that just keeps going.
Let the countdown begin. It’s Christmastime in the city. Although the snow helped a little, where are the Santas on every corner ringing bells?
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go. The sidewalk Christmas trees are plentiful and beautiful, which is one of the many things I love about this time of year.
The beginning of December always feels like the calm before the storm. Like the song “Proud Mary,” by Ike and Tina Turner where Tina would start off, “We’re gonna begin this song nice and easy but we’re gonna finish this song nice and rough.”
Happy Thanksgiving. The holiday brings out the sentimentality in us because at some point we stop to reflect on the things we are thankful for. Even my 12-year-old daughter is beginning to remark on how fast time goes by.
Baby, it’s cold outside. I don’t know what to expect next, but I hope it’s not a blizzard.
After all of the Halloween excitement, it’s soothing to see how easy November slips in. Yet, November, which begins with All Soul’s Day and continues with a special occasion each week, is one of the busiest months of the year. There’s Election Day, Veteran’s Day and the biggest holiday of the year, Thanksgiving.
But I miss you most of all, my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall.
OK, so we almost have it right: bright sunny days, little to no rain, not too hot, not too cold. But it doesn’t smell like fall. Or is it just the poor air quality of the city that prevents us from smelling anything but pollution?
Was I the one who said I was ready for cooler temperatures, waiting for the leaves to fall and wondering, “In the fall will you fall for me?” Well, turn up the heat—it’s freezing.
So far so good, as October is now in full swing. Although I haven’t smelled fall in the air yet, I do expect the leaves to turn from green to orange, red and yellow.
Have you picked your apples, gone to see the fall foliage or done any of the other things people do once fall sets in? Of course, there are those who prepare ahead of time and pack the summer clothes away and bring out the sweaters and long-sleeved clothing, but it is also a great time to get outdoors.
As much as I love September, I am nonetheless eagerly awaiting October. I can’t wait to smell fall in the air and have the temperature drop just a bit to the low 70s.
Happy days are here again! The children have gone back to school!
Do you remember when it was last September? I do, and my how time flies! Time’s going so fast, or is it me who stops to start and lets the moments past?
As of the writing of this article, our days on Martha’s Vineyard are dwindling to a precious few, as is summer.
One day hot and sunny; the next cloudy and rainy. And so it goes. Regardless of the weather, you can’t keep a good girl down.
Greetings from Martha’s Vineyard. Yes, if it is August, then the Mitchells must be on Martha’s Vineyard. I confess, I wait all year just to return here.
Hot and steamy, even on a cool day, that’s August.
It’s August, one of the dreamiest months of the year.
It is the dog days of summer, and my only solution to keeping cool sans air conditioner is to drink plenty of good old New York City tap water on the rocks.
Are you busy grilling and chilling in the good old summertime?