The arrival of August finds my thoughts turning to autumn even though there is still an abundance of summer to come. Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote so eloquently of this time of year:
"Alas for the pleasant summertime! In August the grass is still verdant on the hills and in the valleys… and yet in every breath of wind and in every beam of sunshine we hear the whispered farewell and behold the parting smile of a dear friend. There is a coolness amid all the heat, a mildness in the blazing noon. Not a breeze can stir but it thrills us with the breath of autumn."
If you would like a lovely read some summer afternoon as you sit on your porch with a glass of lemonade, seek out a copy of Hawthorne’s “Mosses From an Old Manse” (1854) and read “The Old Manse.”
So, while I am looking forward to the arrival of autumn with all its delicious enticements, I shall embrace this month and every breath of summer left in it!
"There is no other feeling like what is caused by this faint, doubtful, yet real perception – if it be not rather a foreboding – of the year’s decay, so blessedly sweet and sad in the same breath."
Nathaniel Hawthorne, "The Old Manse"
The arrival of August also puts me in mind of the coming months wherein handwork is such a pleasant way to pass the time. And handwork is even more pleasant when one has a sweet, little pinkeep to corral one’s pins and needles. Pay a visit to my Early Work Mercantile page where you will find a folky little pinkeep, some early log cabin quilt squares, and two redware offerings.
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