"Summer's lease hath all too short a date."
– William Shakespeare
August. How quickly the summer flies. Seems to always work this way, don't you think? Maybe there are some things beyond memories that we take from place to place. Like intuitions that are not always innate, but come from experience and association.We look forward to, and try to prepare for garnering the most we can from the berries in the trees and the crops we tend most carefully. The voles, gophers and jays, who can, in an instant, rob your joy and make you fire your scarecrow. "They have to eat, too"…….Bull-pucky.
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass."
– Andrew Marvell
Unlike New England, where August almost translates into meaning 'frost & winter soon', we hope to enjoy a longer growing season. Twice as long would be very nice. Foggy past experience tells us that is going to happen, but intuition seems clogged in the mystery of global warming.
Okay-intuition tells me that modern progress has got to slow down here. Experience tells me I'm gunna have a ruff time getting the guys to do it. Pretty soon, there'll be no space for me to have private time (if ya know what I mean). Y'all know me well enough to know that I'm not into that toss and fetch nonsense, but as for fun: where are the rabbits?? How can I exercise the humans in this short space? Where to go to howl at the August moon??
Well, when gruff meets growl, maybe you can come to my rescue, visit and have tea …………………………
Bodhi B-Ace Reporter
"How sociable the garden was.
We ate and talked in given light.
The four-leggers put their toys to grass
All the warm wakeful August night."