The plant-buying moratorium instituted in July gets thrown out the window when your favourite nursery starts their sale season. Clearly there was an unfulfilled and unrecognized "need' of blueberries in my life.
My love of August skies is second only to my love of grey November skies.
It is elderberry Game-on. Me versus all manner of bird, squirrel and chipmunk.
Last but not least. August finds my favourite soup pot released from the deepest, darkest part of the cupboard. Called into action to help with the massive pile of tomatoes accumulating in my fridge.
The feeling of change has started. Subtle at the moment. But my internal clock is feeling a pull.