Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Don't Look Now.... August is Coming
by Joanne Rock
I used to love the month of August. As a child, it felt like such a long month of endless summer days, each one bluer and hotter than the next. It was a month of wildflowers and cicadas, ripe tomatoes and sweet corn. I hoped for an invitation to my cousin's swimming pool, eager for the chance to spend some of the hot month splashing and squealing in the cool water.
Even as a teen, August could be counted on for a good time. As a northern girl, August was still a summer month, with school never starting until after Labor Day. I could drive up to an Adirondack lake with friends, picnic late into evenings on long summer days when the light lingered until 9 o'clock.
Oh, August, how you've changed.
As the parent of a school who attends school in the southern U.S., my whole year is recalibrated. For a few more years at least, August and I are not on speaking terms. School begins now in August. Early August. The unfairness of it all!
Even when I lived up north, September and I got along okay. It's my birthday month, for one thing, and that helps. But as the weather started to cool and I started to feel ready to return to work, I didn't mind when a big yellow school bus carted off my noisy crew.
These days, as my sons are older and all but one is off to college or beyond, I'm really not inclined to give up any time with my youngest. School doesn't deserve him. He's charming and entertaining and I like him under my roof. There's no big yellow school bus anymore, but a sporty silver car he drives himself. I have to peel myself away from the window when he pulls out of the driveway. I miss him.
I guess I miss a time I won't have back again, and school in August is a reminder of things that I miss. Maybe, once my youngest is off to college and my life grows quieter again, I'll find my way back to the month of wildflowers and cicadas, ripe tomatoes and sweet corn. I'll read books on endless summer days and enjoy the lingering heat.
For now, however, I refuse to think about back to school or back to work or anything else that involves too much effort in August. In my heart, I'm still waiting on that invitation to my cousin's pool...
**What does August mean to you? Back to school? The arrival of local sweet corn? Catch me up on what you think of when you turn that calendar page and I'll give one random poster a copy of my September release, Whispers Under a Southern Sky, book #4 in my Heartache, TN series for Harlequin Superromance!