How did we end up at the last day of August? Feels like the month just began, and now it’s over. With it goes the final full month of summer. Still, there is some more of the sunny season yet to be had, and the sort of summer that happens in September can be the best kind of summer there is. We suddenly realize how wonderful it’s been, and are less quick to complain about the heat and humidity – every day could not be the last hot day of the year.
I see the garden centers have their chrysanthemums at the ready, with promises of pumpkins in the near future. Half of the people I know are eagerly anticipating and rooting for fall – the other half is lamenting the decline and end of summer. I am somewhere between the two, resigned and regretful and ready to start a new season.
