August Dark

pen-park-twoToday is Narional Frozen Custard Day. Never mind. Frozen custard has gone out of my life. I miss it, but I don’t. There’s a brief synopsis of what maturity means. Or resignation. Oh well.

This post is about August, its resignations and its wonders — and about the fact that it’s starting to get dark earlier. Have you noticed that? Not a big dark, not the dark of winter, nor even the dark of October. Just darker, sooner.


There’s still time to be outdoors, picnics to go to, friends to see in the bright light of summer. If it doesn’t rain. Having grown up in the Catskills, I was amazed when I found out the rest of the Northern Hemisphere tends to vacation in August. In the Catskills it tends to rain a lot in August. Here in Virginia, it’s wetter too, but maybe not so much.


The picture above represents somebody’s fun from this past Sunday in a park near Charlottesville.  There were some wonderful trees as well.


All in fine fettle.  A landscape rich in the dark and vibrant greens that August provides for us.


A time to enjoy, not yet to mourn. And oh yes, don’t forget your hat.


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