So… August. The last real month of summer, the first tawny hints of fall in the sunshine that fades just a bit every day. I see little hints of autumn, like back to school posts on social media, Lughnassadhrolls around with its theme of the first harvest, the golden grains of bread, and even the trees of the forest seem to peak. It is as if the earth knows the wheel is turning, and change is in the air.
August truly is one of my favorite times of year, because the light and breezy relaxation of summer kind of mingles with the busy, bountiful, expectant fall about to emerge. For me, it's like trying to pick a favorite child. I love them both, and they both have a vibrant beauty and an amazing energy.
What season would you choose?
In service,
Khouzhan Morgan
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