The end of August is quite bittersweet. Autumn is soon to come and the foliage is beautiful. Yet, August came and went to quickly as it is the month of my baby’s birthday. Now, he’s a year older and I miss his previous age terribly. The end of August means I need to see and project out the rest of the year. Plans need to be made. Goals reached. New plans mapped out. A never-ending circle through the end of the year. Now it’s time to boil and toil. And, see what might roil.
I don’t think I was ready for August to end. But come what may.