And just like that, we’re moving away from the blistering heat of July into the mellowed oven of August.
I found the first fallen acorn on a walk last week, and while it’s far from ripe, it’s a reminder that the lengthening dusk shadows are foreshadowing the longer, darker nights of autumn.
August is a month of decadence pushed right to the brink; a gorgeous tipping point before the cold takes over. Days thick with moisture and sultry nights which will cascade gradually from warm to mellow and cool.
Everything seems almost too much: fruits bulge on branches, the garden explodes with vegetables that take over the kitchen like unwanted guests; doorways and hair swell with humidity, pushing on all the boundaries of social decorum.
Already the temperatures have shifted slightly with a bit more of an edge in the breeze, and though they won't last, it's the sign of shifting seasons.
Already the temperatures have shifted slightly with a bit more of an edge in the breeze, and though they won't last, it's the sign of shifting seasons.