I always associate Labor Day with back to school. Growing up, our church had their annual summer picnic at a park on Labor Day and then the next day was the start of school. The picnic was bittersweet because it was fun but also felt like the end of summer. We’d leave the picnic and then have to go home to take a bath and lay out our school clothes for the next day.
We dressed up our guy here in his school clothes because there is an elementary school a half-mile down our road. We like to have something to welcome the children back as they go by in buses or their parents’ car.