Instead of recapping the week, let’s revisit the entire month of August, as it was too lush to leave without notice. The fact that it’s already September is incontrovertible, but that doesn’t make it any less depressing. For now though, a look back at the month where I began, and everything that led up to this moment.
August marked one of my first trips to Provincetown, and Shirley Horn put a capital ‘F’ in it.
August is also the personification of summer.
August is about lavender, hosta, and lilies.
August is about family and fun.
August is about birthday plans and hotel stays.
And birthday plans come to life.
And birthday suits.
August is about eating well and eating beets.
August is about fun music from the likes of Mika.
August is Broadway.
August can be like a virgin, and like an idiot.
August can be a dead bunny.
Sometimes August is about being an outsider.
Sometimes it’s about being scared.
And sometimes it’s about being a kid again.
August is about smelling good.
This August was certainly about the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.
And last but most definitely not least, August displayed this magnificent menagerie of miscellaneous men, which added to its ranks with the likes of this long and luscious list:
And after all this, I can’t wait to see what September brings.
