Dear August,
You were in my dream last night. We were hiking along the shore together at sunrise. Above the treeline, the sky flushed pink like champagne.
August, you’re here already? I asked. That was quick!
You answered only in the humid breeze.
But I’m still easing into July. Don’t rush me.
I noticed a small yellow flower growing from a rock and stopped to study it more closely. When I continued walking, you walked beside me.
The sun climbed higher into the sky. Ready or not, you planned to stay your fair share of days. I stared into the inky water realizing over half the year had passed me by. What did I have to show for it?
Listen to me, August, there are things I want to do while you are here.
Things like work on those resolutions I promised I’d do this year.
Read a few more of those books on my reading list.
Notice more of the amazing and less of the flaws and clutter.
August, do you remember all those times I tried to wring every drop from you? Never wanting summer to end, never wanting school to start back?
There was a time when August meant one last lake trip, a church revival led by a long-winded preacher we’d never see again, and my friend, Sara’s, birthday party.
Those first childhood friends and cousins—those are the people I remember best during summer when hot days were spent climbing trees and making mudpies and singing silly love songs that weren’t silly at the time.
That’s what I think of when I think of you, August.
August answered only in the warm humid breeze.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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Musical Pairing:
Silly Love Songs, Paul McCartney/Wings
If you missed my letter to July, read it HERE. Or re-read it. That’s allowed, too:))
Lovely reflection on how swiftly life passes…
Thanks Lyn. I thought of you yesterday as I read entries from an old garden journal kept by a young girl in the area. Reminded me of Isaac.
August, I mean awesome as usual, spot on!
Thank you:))
I usually dread August because of the heat here in Texas. I love your unfinished goals part of the post. Those same ones seem to creep up on me every month. LOL! Stacie xo
Thank you Stacie. Yes, the heat in Texas makes for a slow August.
Lovely!
Thanks, Colene:)
August is my favorite month! Not just because its my birthday month, but also because we start to slowly morph into cooler weather and fall. And I LOVE fall!
I love fall too, Jennifer. Happy birthday month!
We’re easing into one of my favorite parts of the year. Loved the post!
Me too! Come on fall.
can you believe it’s august?! I can smell the school supplies already!
elle
Southern Elle Style
No I can’t! Thanks Elle!
Love this! I was thinking many of the same things recently, only in not such a poetic manner.
Oh you are plenty poetic! Thanks Dorothy.
Loved this on August — very reflective and spot on! You granddad, Reven was a great close friend of my father, Joe Hilliard, in Keiser….
Carole Ann
Thank you and great to hear from you. Your mom was my first grade teacher. (Everyone’s first grade teacher – LOL.)
Carole Ann Hilliard Burns– The last time I saw your dad, he held my hand and told me how he missed my dad and how much he missed Thomas. Keiser was never the same after your mom and dad left town. Loved them both.