I'm trying to not notice the days are getting shorter. I'm totally guilty of doing all that I can to squeak out just a few more summer evenings out of doors. We've been playing outside past our dinner hour. I've been feeding my poor family after sunset. Or making them eat outside in the evening even though the temperature would be more favorable inside.
I know the days are getting shorter, but I find myself saying, "We can have one more evening meal outside. Just one more."
Truth is, I usually don't mind season changes, just as long as we can have just "one more" summer evening.