There is such a small window of summer in south eastern Idaho. August rolls around much too fast--I'm not ready for it. It sneaks in with light winds that rustle the leaves and it pushes the sun lower in the sky. August wind sounds different and the sun shines a little less direct on your face. I remember a time when I welcomed this month and the month that followed behind it. That was a time of childhood excitement driven by the starting of a new school year. Fall meant new clothes, a box of bright sharp crayons, new and old friends coming together and the hope of getting the teacher you wanted.
I am reluctant to give up the bold splashes of summer color to the oranges and yellows of fall. The pots I have tended and nurtured are full and brilliant and the flower beds are filled in with ever blooming perennials. The birds have scattered random sunflower seeds from the feeder that have added an unexpected bonus.
Life is a series of changes which adds to its richness. Nothing should stay the same: not the flowers, the color of the sky, smells in the seasonal air or the sun on our face. Change is good; without it we would forget to be grateful.
