Gift from my Mom (so true)
The month of August, for me, is a month of feeling out of sorts. Whenever something can't be explained, or something isn't right or momentary blues occur my answer is always, "It's August." Everyday seems to be a day of decisions. Do we hit the back to school stuff at Target before the good folders are gone or do we go to the beach? Do we sort through old clothes to make room for new fall clothes or do we pack a picnic and head out into the sunshine?
Gift from my Mom for someday, future spouses (love)
The weather can't seem to decide what it wants to do either. Sunny and warm? or overcast and cool? The garden starts to let me know that it's on it's way out. Once the Black-eyes Susans are in full bloom, I know what lies ahead. When all watering doesn't perk up the flowers much and the colors seem to not be as bright I know that change is on the horizon. Each year in August I feel melancholy and I'm wondering today, am I the only one?
It's August,
