Happy August! It's historically our hottest month here in Texas, but it always has me looking towards fall. I don't know what it is -- a certain slant of light, the knowledge that my favorite season, Autumn, is less than two months away. But it's always there, an upward tilt of optimism despite the broiling/baking/ sizzling weather ahead.
For Catholics, it's the Month of Mary, a peaceful time of prayer and reflection. As days heat up and schedules pick up, the gentle reminders to slow down, to be still for a moment, are helpful and sweet.
August 1, Lùnastal also known as Lughnasadh and Lammas, is an ancient celebration that marks the beginning of the harvest season in Scotland, Ireland, Great Britain. Here in Texas, it might be harvest time only in that many gardeners will be clearing the last of their summer plantings, harvesting what's left. It will soon be time to sow seeds for fall. Garden planning has begun.
Students are getting ready for school. Around here, they begin well before Labor Day. There is a sense of anticipation and preparation in the air.
I think that's it, how I feel about August. It's a time of anticipation and preparation.
Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy that does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. – Gibran Khalil Gibran