Marking of seasons occurs the first Monday every September. Officially the day is called Labor Day, however unofficially it is a rite of passage. There are really only two seasons in life, summer and not summer. The seasonality of your restaurant influences whether the day brings joy or trepidation. If summer is your high season you mourn its passing, tallying whether the debts and credits are sufficient, if summer is your low season you are happy that you have survived to battle another day. Summer is really a state of mind, a playful sun filled day of sand and surf. Everyday cares are washed away in the ebb and flow of the warm tides. The labors of the kitchen and the fruit of the vine taste much better under a starry summer night. Dreams flower ever brighter, hopes soar ever higher. Alas, ‘Summer’s lease has all to short a date”!
