I was planning on writing this post sooner but August always gets the best of me. It is the final month of summer plans and all I can think about is the mountains I promised to climb in June and July but never did. I try to hold each ray of August sunshine in my hand -- the same way you try to squeeze each drop of lemon into a cup right before a party -- sometimes it feels like time wears running shoes.
The only way to keep our August sun from dying, before I am ready to see it go, is to always be outside. Every meal should be eaten on the back porch, tulip beds should replace mattresses, thistles should not damper a day and sprinklers should be made into dance floors.