August is not a good month for me and I’m quite glad it’s almost over. I feel a little guilty about that, with it being my birth month and all, but I just don’t like it. It’s the draggy end of summer, when the heat has been going on far too long. The craziness of getting back into a school routine is a big check against it. And honestly, once you pass 21, who really wants to get older anyway?

September will be here tomorrow, and that’s a better one for me. The days and especially the nights are getting cooler. We start to get more settled in to the new school year both for TR at public school and SW here at home. Fall starts to come creeping in, my favorite season. But September is still more of a transition month for me, moving on to better things. It’s not quite all right yet; almost but not quite.

October is what I look forward to. It’s cool and comfortable but not shivering cold yet. I can break out the sweaters and light jackets and dress in comfortable layers. The leaves on the trees are turning colors and falling, but everything is not completely bare. I love the sound of the wind blowing dry leaves across the ground, the smell of a cold front moving in, and the colors of the trees and pumpkins and bales of hay. The boys are completely in to Halloween, and this year have agreed to costumes but no roaming the neighborhood; they are going to man the door for me, and I can sit back with RM and enjoy the show. We have a wonderful, somewhat old fashioned neighborhood full of kids and get lots of traffic on Halloween night.

So I’m ready for today to be through and better months to begin. I’m ready for refreshing weather, new seasons and new sensory experiences. I’m ready to pull out the heavy knits, get back to work on the crocheted afghan I put away so many months ago, and gear up to finish a few Holiday projects both in progress and in the back of my mind.

Happy day of August!