August. Deep summer.
It's a month of warm days and cool nights; a time of in between. The corn is maturing but not yet ready for harvest, third crop hay is growing, tree fruits bounce on limbs soaking in the ripening sun, dust takes over from the mud in the lanes. Even the cows cud-chew a little more deliberately in August.
School is still out and there's time to breath for a minute. Summer fair season is over. It's August and a time of in between. This would be a great time to catch up if you could only hurry. But it's August and to hurry is too hard.
Time to sit on the deck. Time for a farmer's market. Time to let the lawn go one more day. Time to savor the last summer brews. And you should get the snowblower in for repair right now but winter seems so distant to be impossible.
August.
