When I was growing up in the Finger Lakes region of NY, Labor Day was the demarcation weekend between summer and when fall unofficially began. It was the last carefree weekend before school started, and it usually involved friends, a full week, weekend or picnic at the lake, and lots of talk about the coming school year. It was odd because as soon as Labor Day passed, the air changed, not just with daytime and evening temperatures falling, but the crispness was palpable. So began my favorite season.
Here in the south, summer lingers a bit longer, and it is rather more like just a long holiday weekend, an excuse for a short road trip, as the kids have already been back at school for a week or more. Just the same, in whatever way you choose to enjoy an extended weekend, I wish you a good one.