"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone."
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
I had to copy this quote from Dani's post on Positively Present. This sums up the essence of summer. This is it. And i'm the lucky one, having birthday on August 1st...
The Man went sailing and time went by surprisingly fast, i had full house all the time...this is such a nice house for having guests...i'm just sorry the Man was not here...the kids would have enjoyed his company...anyway he's returning home today and i'm happy.
