A Special Kind of August
Mulched in latent sunshine, the language of trees speak to me softly,
like the first gentle rain of May. Drenched in full dew the Marigolds
concealed from the heat scorches of July, thrives in a garden nook.
True to their nature sturdy and strong with scent, they grace us with
orange fires, like true beauties that they are. It is a special kind of
August this year, one that has ripened into a real God send.
Warm days and cool evenings are a welcome sight.
Two months ahead from June, August sits closer to the promised
Autumn with its reds and orange hues.
It is a prime picking month for Apricots, Cherries, and Watermelons.
What a joy it is to welcome this beautiful month, with hope in our
hearts. Let us live out August and make great memories, so that when
September comes around, we can sweetly remember the magic colors
of one beautiful passing summer.
Mystic Rose
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