Only in August do mushrooms greet me on my walk. Dew makes my shoes so wet. Everything changes just as I turn the page on my calendar from July to August. I was noticing that the light has changed as well. The light becomes more golden and not as intense. As I walked this morning I wanted you to see the changes I see.
My pumpkins are not doing good. The over hundred days have taken their toll. I didn't take their picture this morning because it makes me sad. I will be taking them and the cucumbers out soon. I am planning a fall garden so all is not lost.
As I greet you today August, I hope to enjoy you a bit. When I admit, I really like September and October better.
I hope your have a lovely first day of August my friends. Thank you so much for stopping by today.
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a matchflame
Bursting on the scene,
Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
Like a dream
Of moon and dark barely recalled,
Shadows caught in a blink.
Like a quick kiss;
One wishes for more
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away.”
– Elizabeth MauaTaylor