Oh these fleeting days. Can you believe we have turned the calendar page to August? I cannot. And I say that with a deep sigh. I have always believed - here in Maine - that everything shifts August first. That the air just feels different, that the evenings are not quite the same as July, that autumn is essentially at the doorstep. My husband laughs at me. My kids think I'm silly. And well, maybe they're right. Maybe I'm a bit oversensitive about it all. But really - August 1, I tell you, everything changes (says this summer loving gal).
It's a precious fleeting feeling though. And it's echoed throughout my home and life right now. As I see the bounty of not just this season, but this season of our lives. The garden that is bursting and near to overflowing with so much goodness that every dinner feels like a feast of freshness and abundance. Or that oldest boy of mine just about pass his father in height (well, the man bun, or mun as we call it, helps a bit), as I watch him gracefully prepare for the next great adventure in his life at high school. I feel it in the moments we come together and gather with friends to celebrate the season, our community, and a blue moon. And see it as I turn the corner and find my girls curling each others hair with hot rollers once again, in preparation for the "show" that will be performed by the clothesline later in the day.
I suppose all of that is why I pay attention and notice that subtle shift come August 1st. It isn't so much that I'm terribly sad that summer will end, but more that I want to not let it slip by without noticing, and appreciating. Both summer and everything else - the abundance, the fullness, and the blessings of this time of year, and this time of our lives. I'm doing my best these days to do just that, inhale these little moments, and tuck them into my pocket for later. Yes.