August by Marie Brown

My friend, Marie Brown, from Stoutland, writes so beautifully. Here is a clipping from a column she wrote several years ago for the Lebanon newspaper. I love it especially because August is my birthmonth and I always love reading and writing about it.

“A perfect July day is when the sun shines after a summer rain, the breeze is blowing, and the birds are singing...August is the beginning of ‘deep’ summer and for this part of the season to be respectable, there needs to be some laziness...The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer like the highest peak of a roller coaster. The balmy weeks before August were a climb to the top, and the muggy weeks after August begins (are a ) swift downward drop into the chill of autumn. August will come to us motionless and hot and will be too silent except for school bells that once held their clamoring until September. August will bring blank dawns, smoldering middays and sunsets painted with color. Raindrops will be few and the night lightening will quiver all alone among the stars. This is August summer.”

Now THAT'S my kind of writing!

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