It’s August and we are in the dog days of summer. Remember “To Kill a Mockingbird” when the rabid dog comes down the street? If I’m remembering correctly Harper Lee wrote something about the dog days of summer but as my internet is down I cannot do a search on it so you will just have to believe me.
It seems to be true though, August is a lazy sort of month; traffic is less, people at work seem to slow down and basically things are a lot quieter everywhere. At home I find myself looking anxiously for yellow leaves, signs of dying and the first signs of fall. It’s August and should be the height of summer but I fear frost (we are in Southern Alberta after all), tornadoes and hail. You’d think I was a farmer with all my anxious concerns about the weather. A part of my anxiety also comes from the fact that I am missing out on all the nice summer weather by having to go to work. Already in the tail end of July I notice the sunrise is later and now it is dark right until I reach my carpool destination. That is depressing.
When I was a little girl August was also a lonely time for my siblings and I because all the rest of the neighbourhood kids disappeared. The Rolstons always went to Nova Scotia in August and the other kids went to their relatives or to camp. We were left with each other to play with for at least part of August and we were just lucky that we had siblings to play with! When you don’t have any relatives in the same country in the ‘60’s you better get along with the ones you do have!
The good news this week is that my favourite weatherman tells us that the next three months are going to be awesome – warm and dry. Oh yes, won’t that be wonderful? Summer extended? Dog days, go away!
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