Yes, it’s
August and I feel the anxiety starting to build, that miserable nervousness in
the stomach that betokens summer is coming to an end. Last weekend Mom and I noticed some popular
trees along the highway already had yellow leaves on them and I felt like
screaming like in that commercial where the woman sees a brown leaf. The lawn is beginning to get that patchy
brown, crunchy look to it. All my
perennials have finished blooming and in the stores they have brought out the
mums, which is a signal for fall and Thanksgiving. And yes, I see harvest and Halloween items in
the Hallmark store.
I lured Mom out on the deck today to
enjoy our morning coffee and squeeze every last drop of the goodness of summer
out of the weekend. The cats were languishing
under the deck, truly dog days when the cats are panting for breath. Then we went for a walk, yes, enjoying the
fresh air and sunshine (even though it was cloudy). Then we decided to do fall chores, like
painting window trim and hacking down rose bushes and deflowered lilies.
But stop.
It’s not even the middle of August, and
we have had a truly wonderful warm summer thus far. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves and begin
thinking fall. Let’s call over some
family and enjoy a good dinner, let’s sit on the deck and perhaps even play
another game of croquet. Let’s lap up
every drop of sunshine and get that heat into our bodies.
It’s summer time and let’s find the ukulele
and strum us summer tunes! Be careful
not to twang a sour note!
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