“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” — Sylvia Plath
August is here – it WAS here.
We slid round summer solstice, passed the first of the harvest holidays, felt the change in the tilt of the sun and the shrinking of the day. In the Deep South the sultry heat remains, the morning dew is thicker and …
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