Gratitude Sunday: August Is Golden

Gratitude * Sunday

Quote of the Week
“All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.”
J. R. R. Tolkien

Sunday Haiku
Sun’s angle shifts south,
July’s yellow light changes
into August gold.

Sunday Musings
August is the golden month.

I’ll let that sentence stand by itself for a moment. I think I totally stole it. I saw it recently or a sentence much like it, somewhere on social media or some website, but I’ve forgotten where, and I can’t find it again, so I don’t know where to give credit and I do like to give credit. I didn’t even read the whole article just the first sentence, thinking I’ll read it later, and then poof, can’t find it. I loved the sentence and it’s stuck with me like a stickery burr clings to the long hair of a passing cat. I started thinking about months as colors. I didn’t get very far but now I have a goal as it struck up an assortment of random thoughts. Here is the fun I’m having so far. Your color months may vary.

I won’t dwell on July because I want to talk about gold, but July would be yellow, bright, clear, open, the sun high, like the noon part in the year. Harvest is warming up, coming strong, feeding us, fueling us with earth’s energy. Then the end of July fades and suddenly the year is waning.

That’s why August is golden. It’s still bright, but not quite so clear. Yellow mellowed a bit, still shiny, but softened by the angle of the sun and perhaps smogged with wildfire smoke. Fields of wheat and hay stand golden in the sun, dry stalks ready to share their vitality after a summer of absorbing radiant yellow sunshine. Lawns of green grass turn gold waiting for the rains of autumn; as the dirt the grass grows in loses every speck of moisture, the soil dries from rich earthy brown to become the same dusty yellow gold color as the grass. Globes of tomatoes and cucumbers and grapes and blackberries shine in the sun, so many shades of gold, so fat and ripe, so juicy and sweet. Silken tassels from yellow ears of corn quickly stripped, ripe ears finally ready for roasting, and gobs of golden butter dripping from my greedy lips. Richly tanned and golden skin on bodies refreshed after the summer’s work of yard care and gardens, and the joys of soaking up Vitamin D playing at the beach or the lake or the river. The golden feeling of sharing time with friends and family around the softened golden light from carefully tended campfires. Bright terrifying yellow-gold of wildfire devouring acres of forest and field, sending animals and people from their homes. Light filtering through oak leaves becomes a green gold canopy, light so heavy with golden color it looks dimensional. Yellow school buses, that particular oranged yellow that is school buses, driving by day after day practicing this year’s routes and training new drivers. August is a month of endings, the last of summer, harvest lush, fulfilling, rewarding the year’s work.

I’m lost in thought because I’m not sure I can follow the color wheel around. I might start jumping from place to place; forgive me a few tangential paragraphs before we get back to gold. September is yellow-orange, leaves just starting to turn. Light another degree and more to the south, enough to start casting shadows from lower angles, shading the light, like a dimmer switch the cat brushes by and moves just a hair. Flowers fading to seed pods, but not quite done yet. Tree leaves not ready to turn color yet, but if the trees are producing seed, the seeds are yellowed and oranged preparing for their leap from branch to soil, or as a tasty treat for bird or squirrel. Pumpkins and squash finish their work of fattening toward seeding, not caring a whit if they get eaten by humans. An in between month, not yellow, not orange, yet both; a month of new beginnings, school starting, harvest hot and heavy as it finishes for the year, preserving said harvest, and getting ready for winter.

October is full on orange, pumpkins, leaves, rose hips, seeds ripe and full, a greater shading of the light. Harvest is ending, green and yellow and orange and reddish squash are cellared for the cold of winter. October ends with a flourish of orange and black.

Perhaps it’s the black of the end of October that makes following the color wheel entirely fall apart for me as November is purple. Decidedly totally and completely purple. Pure deep jewel tone purple. Elections happen in November, property taxes are due, and the switch from Daylight Saving Time throws the ultimate wrench. The fun and frivolous Halloween holiday is done and the stress of family holidays begins. No wonder purple is the color of depression.

There, I got carried away thinking about all the months, and I wanted to celebrate gold with this essay. I will expound and expand on the color of November and other months in the future. Circle the color wheel back around to August, because we still are in the first week and plenty of month left to enjoy.

I look for August gold every where. Gold shining on the edges of silvery day time clouds, and on abalone-pink clouds before sunset. Golden light gilding the crests of ocean waves. Gold sunlight shining through the huge plate glass windows reflecting on the crazy movements of the swimming pool water as it changes direction, crashing for each new swimmer, and those lines of shine reflecting on the walls and the swimmers, making the light in the aquatic center a wavery watery gold.

Sunflower heads nod heavily with ripe seeds for birds and critters, or humans if we are fast enough. Zucchini still flowering great yellow blossoms to begin a fruit and ripening fat summer squash at the same time, double tasking, while I’m trying to nab the tiny finger sized baby squash to eat greedily now and then the surprise of finding a hidden zuke two feet long. Roses of all colors send out one last golden burst of buds, in anticipation of full bloom before first frost. Yellow tansy and yarrow bloom alongside the road, ready for drying for teas and tinctures. Fruit trees laden with sparkling apples, juicy pears, gleaming peaches wait for reaching fingers and satisfying hungry stomachs.

Though leaves are not bringing out the fall wardrobe yet, in late summer they are wearing their best summer gala apparel, like people showing off tanned and supple bodies. Their summer colors are at their peak, voluptuous green, mapled red, or burgundied, but laced with golden light making the leaves look like satin and silk. Breezes catch the bronzed branches and glistening leaves and waves golden speckled light through open doors and windows, undulating, never steady, nature’s light show through a kitchen window.

Natural light will change again soon. Do you notice the colors of the light? Do you look for color in your life? What August gold do you see?

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – An ocean of yellow black-eyed Susans. Silver and gold. Golden grass seed heads. Rivers of red, orange, and yellow to greet students at the university in my community. I spy with my little eyes a neighbor with a golden pumpkin in their yard. Capturing some golden light casting shade upon the vetch and Queen Anne’s lace. An August golden rose.

Current View – {These are only my opinions about movies and books, but don’t let me stop you from trying these reviewed items yourself; your opinion may differ.} Alas, Dr Kildare (1961-1966, TV series, not rated) had to go back before I was finished, and I will have to request it again. Perhaps I needed the break from the soap opera type stories, but I had developed a new game of trying to remember the guest stars’ names before the credits popped up. Well, maybe later in the year I’ll get to finish the series. * In the meantime, I’ve been watching some comedy. Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee (2018, TV – 14) with Jerry Seinfeld, has a new season posted on Netflix. Always strikes my funny bone that I never connected with the TV series he made his fame and fortune with, but I get a kick out of this car/coffee series. Love the cars; the guest stars are fun too. * Sometimes comedy can be truth dressed up in humor, sometimes comedy can hurt, because isn’t comedy about making fun of us, either ourselves or somebody else? Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette (2018, comedy special, not rated) is truth squared. The stories we twist into humor often come from the darkest places we live, because that’s the only way we can live with what happened to us. * Then there’s season 8 of Blue Bloods (2018, TV – MA), cop drama, Tom Selleck, totally formulaic, oddly compelling.

Currently ReadingThe Truth According to Us (2015, fiction) by Annie Barrows. Oh, the dynamics of a small town, the secrets we hide and know, and don’t want to remember. One affectation the author uses that disturbs me is the word “atall” meaning “at all”. The problem is the author uses the word in the narrative, not in dialogue. It would have been much more acceptable in the dialogue, but as is I read it as a clinker every time. Authors are often warned against using dialectic style writing as it is hard to accomplish, and usually a few brief instances will lead the reader to “hear” the dialect. Since we are in West Virginia, I already heard the echoes of the southern style of speaking. The “how-you”, instead of “how are you”, the author uses in dialogue is plenty enough to remind us of the tone or drawl of southern speech. Other than that this novel is fun summer reading so far, intricate, and intriguing, and any violence has been delicately, not graphically, handled so far. * The Spirit Level: Why Greater Equality Makes Societies Stronger (2010, sociology, health outcomes) by Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett. Authors quote studies showing both trust and mental health are affected by large inequalities both within a society (like all of America) and between different societies (comparing different countries), and inequality can be shown to decrease physical health outcomes, especially for the poorest citizens in a group. The writing style is dry and statistical, so finding the nuggets of information is like a treasure hunt.

This week I have been grateful for:

  • The little bird bath hubster set up outside my office door. Nothing fancy, just a shallow bowl with an assortment of rocks for the birds and bees to land on. He has been faithfully watering it as well so the birdies and bees have fresh water, but any mosquito larva is daily banished.
  • Getting to the farmers market after a few weeks of challenges.
  • The friend, long in need of knee surgery, who came through surgery fine, and is safely home now looking forward to physical therapy.
  • Having to parallel park which I haven’t done in ages. Nobody behind me to pressure me so I took my time and aced it perfectly.
  • One more baby on my list of friends having babies this year, who arrived safely, and mother is fine as well.
  • The night song of frogs and crickets and wind in the trees.
  • Lemon cucumbers in sour cream and vinegar and sea salt.
  • Tomatoes, any and all, including cherry tomatoes of all colors, served on a piece of toasted french bread.
  • Green beans sauteed in olive oil and butter, sea salted and sparingly Mrs Dash-ed.
  • Sweet succulent kadota figs served with a bit of white cheddar.
  • Everbearing Oregon strawberries.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.

Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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2 Responses to Gratitude Sunday: August Is Golden

  1. The way the light changes and turns all golden in August and September is one of my favorite things in the whole world. I can’t think of anything much more beautiful.

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