Flip the calendar and it’s a new month-AUGUST. The end of summer.
The days have gotten shorter–41 minutes to be exact from the longest. It’s now dark at 6 a.m. and I turned on a lamp at 7:30 last evening.
The leaves on our trees are lightening, no longer that dark green of summer, but getting ready to turn yellow and gold for fall.
School starts in three weeks. The administrators go back next week, the teachers the following, and then on August 19, the kids arrive.
It’s been, as is usual, a fast summer. I wish I could hang on to it for awhile longer. Maybe we’ll have warm weather into November as is often the case around here, especially after the hot summer we’ve had. But even if it stays warm, the light leaves us. The days will grow shorter, dark ’till later in the morning and earlier in the evening.
I have noted another year of living. I’m not fighting this birthday as I was last year. This past year has been one of the best of my entire life, all 61 years, so I’m hoping for the same thing this next year. There are no big plans, just living one day at a time, flipping one page of the calendar each month. Accepting each season as it rolls around.
On Tuesday I took three elderly friends to a nearby town to visit another elderly friend who recently moved there. We had thrown her a huge party before she left town with the idea that once she was settled into her new home we would all visit and take a scrapbook with photos of her life and of the party. So, that’s what we did. I, being the youngest at 60, drove. The others are ages 73 to 85. These wonderful ladies make me realize I have a whole lot of living to do.