I know it seems a bit premature to say goodbye to a month when we still have a week to endure, but it’s the “endure” that makes me count the days until I can flip the calendar to a new page. Though it started out politely with cooler temperatures and pleasant breezes, August is ending with its usual steamy ugliness. It has never been my favorite month.
My mother loathed August. She suffered terrible headaches from the heat and August was a demanding month of school shopping and preparation. My mother worked diligently to make our clothes and shop for the best bargains for shoes and other necessities. Money problems often meant some tough decisions had to be made and we were sometimes unhappy with her choices.
August also meant the beginning of the grape harvest and working longer hours. We usually arrived at the fields just before sunrise so we could work as long as possible before the heat became oppressive. If school started before the harvest was finished then we knew we had to work the weekends until the end of the season. I even recall some years when school was delayed until most of the grape harvest was completed. BTW, I first learned to cut grapes when I was four.
September was the month of my mother’s birth and that’s just one of the many reasons I look forward to seeing it on the calendar. It’s also the beginning of fall, brightly colored leaves, and cooler temperatures.
So…last Monday of August. Counting the days…