Well that’s made me feel all sunny and joyful, thank you. Although, it’s the last month of proper summer, I am secretly hoping for an Indian one too! Excited for berry picking and jam making. X
September usually delivers too, so we've still got plenty more summer ahead with any luck (I really shouldn't have written that should I?!) Berry picking season here we come! x
August light is so different than other Summer months, especially as the days wane to the end and we get more and more peeks of September each day. It's a month that feels at once hopeful for Summer, and bittersweet for it's end, a transition towards the inward reflections that always come when the weather turns. I love this glimpse in to your August world.
I always grumble about August as my least favourite month: sticky hot, dust, flies, smelly tractors roaring through town at all hours, screaming children (bah humbug, sorry!) But then I frequently find it catching me by surprise with its own beauty. There's an Iris Murdoch quote I always think of about 'the yellow, Provençal August that the English dream of' (though I think it was saying that it rarely is like that!). And as you say, it does start giving tantalising glimpses of autumn.
This whole column made my heart sing, and I signed up for the Retreat. I'm going to head to the Farmer's Market to buy a loaf of wonderful homemade bread this weekend. Thanks for the inspiration!
Well that’s made me feel all sunny and joyful, thank you. Although, it’s the last month of proper summer, I am secretly hoping for an Indian one too! Excited for berry picking and jam making. X
September usually delivers too, so we've still got plenty more summer ahead with any luck (I really shouldn't have written that should I?!) Berry picking season here we come! x
Yay!
I am feeling all golden and warm and summery after reading your words. What a blissful month this is!
I didn't realise how much I loved August until I wrote this! 😊 🧡
Of course. The children had to work in the fields. Never thought of that.
I know! Makes sense when you think of it, but up until recently I had no idea!
August light is so different than other Summer months, especially as the days wane to the end and we get more and more peeks of September each day. It's a month that feels at once hopeful for Summer, and bittersweet for it's end, a transition towards the inward reflections that always come when the weather turns. I love this glimpse in to your August world.
Yes, this is a perfect description of it! 🧡
I’m going to start making one of those loaves right now!
Highly recommend it! I have such lovely memories of it 🍞
I always grumble about August as my least favourite month: sticky hot, dust, flies, smelly tractors roaring through town at all hours, screaming children (bah humbug, sorry!) But then I frequently find it catching me by surprise with its own beauty. There's an Iris Murdoch quote I always think of about 'the yellow, Provençal August that the English dream of' (though I think it was saying that it rarely is like that!). And as you say, it does start giving tantalising glimpses of autumn.
That’s such a perfect quote 🧡
This whole column made my heart sing, and I signed up for the Retreat. I'm going to head to the Farmer's Market to buy a loaf of wonderful homemade bread this weekend. Thanks for the inspiration!
I'm so pleased to hear this Amy! And very happy you've joined the retreat. Enjoy the fresh bread and have a lovely weekend
What a lovely read to Celebrate the beginning of August and the last month of Summer.
As you so rightly advise we need to make the most of it. 😊
So glad you enjoyed it. A very happy August to you! ☺️
I love August and taking it a little slower, also looking forward to blackberry picking towards the end of the month!
Ooh yes, blackberry season is fast approaching! I love it too
To celebrate I cut a piece of fresh bread and dip in olive oil filling in all the nooks and crannies. To health.