Daylilies amongst the fading bleeding hearts

My favourite months are July and September, but oh how reflective and pensive I get about August. From the number of quotes and literary references I was able to find about August, I must not be alone!

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.” – Natalie Babbitt

I am also defensive about all that is still left of summer, but yet the feeling of summer slipping away begins nonetheless.

“The arrival of August means that summer is drawing to a close, and that’s exactly why it should be embraced.” – Amanda McArthur

“Don’t let your August be four weeks of feeling sad that fall is right around the corner.” – Jasmine Vaughn-Hall

My garden takes on a different mood as the late bloomers make their midsummer statement. The hummingbirds have returned to the feeders which suggests the waning abundance of blooms. And of course, the crickets start to sing on cue.

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.” – E.B. White

“Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified.” – Denis Mackail

As I write this, it is about the midpoint of August — but I have pushed the doldrums away and I am still eating lots of fresh blueberries (just excellent this year!). While summer fades, I find it also energizes me. What must I plan to do or savour before we really say goodbye to summer? I am sure there are others who would agree with me that August would be the better time to make “new year’s resolutions”.

“August is a time of growing up, of forgotten forevers, full of the sweetest intent.” – Meka Boyle

The previous two summers during the pandemic seem like a forgotten blur already. I hope this August is a pleasant interlude of seasonal wonders and is also followed by much happier seasons ahead. If thinking and writing could make it so….