August

Walking back to the cabin the other night the fall bugs started their sounds. It always happens this time of year and brings a certain sadness with it as one realizes that another summer is over. Usually by the first of August I have yet to begin summer due largely to baseball committments. This summer there was no baseball however. We swam at the pool, hung out at the house. We are now on a vacation where I keep having to remember what day it is. The sky is a beautiful blue and not a cloud in the sky. The light has shifted just a wee bit to let you know that fall is coming but this year I will be ready for it. It has been a fabulous summer.