Lurie Garden, Millennium Park, snapped on the way home from Jazzfest.

Lurie Garden, Millennium Park, snapped on the way home from Jazzfest.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.

Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885

The cusp of summer and autumn has its satisfactions.

Sweet, smiling memories of summer evenings spent outdoors at a concert or by a campfire, a walk in the damp coolness of a woods on a blistering day, heat bugs buzzing in the trees and crickets on the railroad track. Picnics, swings, the clang of horseshoes against the stake. Windows open, fresh air, full moon, sweaty napes and fireworks.

Here are some postcards from the cusp:

Since 1990, Redmoon Theatre has created a performance style that is equal parts pageantry, gadgetry, acrobatics, and ephemera. Last night we picnicked in Lincoln Park along Lake Michigan and enjoyed Redmoon’s spectacle concert, Last of My Species, an evening created by Redmoon artists in collaboration with Norway’s cutting edge underground musician, Laarna Cortaan. Redmoon’s brand of silliness was a fresh breeze, and Cortaan a figment of their imagination.



Though far from Chicago, Victoria, British Columbia, is a wonderful place to visit my daughter and her family. The weather can be iffy, but it was truly perfect while we were there last week. An antique boat show in the scenic harbor made for a sweet interlude in family activities for handsome hunk and me.

I recommend swinging to make you laugh and feel young again. Whether you push little ones or pump high yourself, it can even be a fun workout. There’s very little that can compare with playing with your daughter and her 2.5 children at the park, except maybe looking for ants on the driveway, squeezing poster paint into little trays with your grandson, swishing little ones around in the sea or looking for snails in the garden.

September. School buses, gardens untended, new books, football games, season tickets and celebrations. Back to real life? Where summer doesn’t interfere with daily routines and order rules.

Right now, I’m savoring one foot in and one foot out.