I love August. I love how the light turns golden and plump, like the word August itself. I love the hot colors of the flowers in the garden and of the vegetables I buy at the farmers' market, too. August is quiet. Butterflies in the day and fireflies at night float in the quiet air.
On August Sundays, we eat a special breakfast made by my husband---fresh eggs, preserves, and fruit from the farmers. The dog naps. The cat naps.
I'm working on paintings behind the scenes, acrylic paintings on my water theme. I leave for Iceland in a few days. I'll see you before I go. Sweet August dreams to you.