Giant Sensitive Plant
I imagine in every journal I’ve ever written in if we were to consider my mood in August it would be haggard. I am desperate for rest and stillness. I also feel like I have to squeeze every little thing in before it’s cold. I have to glean every second of daylight and do all the things and be all the ways.. whew. I’m so tired. And can someone please ask the crickets to stop sneaking into my house?
Will summer ever be over?
In the words of the old timers, “It’ll be here before you know it.”
In the mornings there is more breeze - the wind is more restless - bolder. I can not explain it but I know it’s different from its summer sibling.
Dead leaves on the ground are growing more abundant - the first leaves that emerged in spring perhaps?
The world will soon belong to the spiders.
Birds are so weary. The rearing of their young is so.much.work. They barely sing.
Everyone is tired. August heat is not for the faint of heart. Be extra kind - simply because you can.
Check in with the sky. Gaze at the clouds. Which way does the wind blow?
Take note of the pink skies in the evenings.
Pink is the first layer of the Fall’s great painting.
Exhale.
We’ve got this. Fall is around the corner.