Oh, August. I love you so.
Many of you out there are spring and fall lovers, and a few of you have great kinship with winter. But for me, my soul belongs to summer, August most of all.
The days are long and lazy. Our farmer’s market is bursting with berries and lettuces, beans and stone fruit.
Dinner is most often enjoyed outside, and barefoot.
August is like a Sunday. A sacred sabbath of a month to be savored before the work week begins.
But there is a bittersweet quality to August. Fall is coming. You can feel it as the sunsets come earlier, the talk turns to school supplies and schedules. This to me is what makes August different than other summer months. I savor August while simultaneously mourning it.
I love August because it breaks my heart just a little bit.
Do you have a favorite month, or season? If so, do tell.