The first weekend of September celebrates Labour Day; this truly marks summer’s end. Youths return to school or college and parents find this the best time to pack up the summer cottage or camper. Surely there will be many revelers around the last seasonal bonfire until the following spring.
Perhaps a few businesses may grieve the loss of revenue; small villages, on the other hand, are finally returned to their residents as peaceful movements on their roads resume.
doves mourn in the park
seagulls screeching by the lake –
all those lost treats!
City folks in the ‘60’s had to drive through her small town and often stopped at the chip wagon next to the park. Many Montréalais had heard, by word of mouth, of the delicious frites Chez Roger. Most were off to the Eastern Townships surrounded by lakes and mountains to relax at their summer cottages or camps.
on a mountain path
wildlife embrace the stillness,
alone – home, at last!
alone – home at last!
little critters celebrate –
silence of the night
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Home—at last—is the best place to be!
Ending of Summer
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Exactly and the villagers can feel at home in their village sans les touristes
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A beautiful haibun Georgia.
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Sorry I mean Cheryl Lynn … forgive me the use of the wrong name.
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That is totally fine…Georgia is a big compliment to me 😀
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thanks so much, Kristjaan!
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Your words bring back such fond memories of disturbing those little towns this summer. Still in love with Canada!
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Aww that’s so nice, Janice! I remember some city people coming down to my town in the between 1958-1962 and people thinking we didn’t have running water in our house or a toilet…sheeesh! But camping I too made great friends in smaller villages thinking of retiring there…You and Gene will just have to come back…soon!
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