Writings in the Sand

August makes me tired

Well, it’s August. Not sure how I feel about that. Normally, I am all for Summer coming to an end. I look forward to a couple of months of cooler weather. The just-right weather means no air conditioning is needed. No heating is needed. It’s the less expensive weather.

So, that’s how I start a blog post when I don’t have any ideas for a blog post. Trying to come up with some deep, philosophical thoughts about something everyday and mundane. I have no thoughts about August. I don’t think it’s possible to find anything philosophical or poetic about August.

I forgot to watch Christmas movies in July so I am going to watch Christmas movies in August.

A little snow makes it all bearable. All the dry grass, the flowers dying and going to seed, all the desperate last-minute bees who don’t realize their fate is sealed, birds disappearing one by one. Cover it up with snow. Please.

I see in the news that some parts of Australia got a rare blanket of snow. Enough snow to cause power outages. Enough snow to play in. Enough snow to build snow-roos.

Some snow, twinkly lights and a world without stinging insects. Better than August.