It must be August...

I have an itch to sleep under heavy blankets and revel in the coziness of the bed, I have begun to reach longingly for my sweaters, and I am hearing advertisements for the State Fair.

Oh, yeah it must be August...

I now wake up with red-rimmed, itchy eyes feeling like I have not slept for days, I sneeze and blow my nose throughout the day, and I perpetually think about laying back down... for... just... a ... little......nap.

Oh, yeah it must be August (and allergy season)...

In the mornings, the air has a little bit of crispness to it - no longer full with musky humidity, the sun sets earlier on evening activities, and summer frisbee season has officially ended...

Oh, yeah it must be August...

The sun is beginning to change from the bright overhead summer light, to that of the slanting fall sunlight, the squash and tomatoes are in their prime, while the heady raspberries are done for the season.

Oh, yeah it must be August...

There is that reassessment happening that takes place at the end of every season, what did you harvest this year- what will be saved and treasured into this fall, which dreams are to be packed away and saved up for the next summer season?

Oh, yeah it must be August...

Our camping and outdoor gear shelf in the basement has returned to being tidy- after the constant use of the summer, my legs are returning to normal now that the scrapes, bug bites, and other summer mishaps are fading, my hair will begin its return to "brown" after the summer of being classified as "kind of red, kind of blond, but also light brown"...

Oh, yeah it must be August...