July is dead to me; August is my new love.
July was so glaringly bright and sunny it actually hurt my eyes to be outside. The grass looked like an overexposed photo, the wind smelled old and tired, the leaves couldn’t be bothered to rustle, the birds gave a half-hearted attempt at singing, and the dirt in the gardens looked like cracked leather. Nothing pretty. Mosquitos were everywhere and so were wasps and yellowjackets, but even they were too hot to build their traditional nests under my deck railing.
Ahhh, but August! The skies are a crystal blue like a baby’s clear gaze and the air has an underlying sweet scent to it. The leaves are happily tossing about, the grass looks like grass again instead of wheat, and the gardens are looking like gardens instead of scenes from a scary movie. And the birds! They are singing like mad and hopping all over the yard and being very friendly to those of us happy to venture out onto the back deck again.
I’ve even stirred myself a bit this August:
The farmer’s market every Saturday morning just up the street from me is a great place to be. Everything is just bursting with promise and beauty.
We visited the Sussex County Fair and it was fun to see all the animals:
Tonight we’re enjoying barbecued chicken and tomato salad. Tomorrow’s to-do list is already giving me the willies, but for tonight I’m as relaxed as a sleepy cat and as contented as a …. well, something contented.
Pardon me, the deck is calling….