We returned from California late on Tuesday and seem to have brought sultry heat with us. It’s good for the plants, though a little withering for me. Even so, August is the last full month of leisurely summer days and I am out on the porch as much as possible. I put out my weathered polka dot tablecloth.
My handmade patriotic wreath was set away for next July and the green-ribboned bow is back.
The impatiens by the rocker and in the planter by the front door are fuller at this point in the summer.
August mornings are a reminder that summer is fleeting. I’m determined to enjoy them, heat and all.