Yesterday morning the air was fresh with the scent of freshly washed grass. It had warmed up tremendously from Saturday, causing the moisture to rise from the earth, making the air soft to the touch. It was still slightly cool, but the promise of a warmer day was in the air. This was a far cry from the dusty smell of dormant grass that has hung in the air for weeks.
Today September is in the air. The sky is dotted with fluffy dumplings floating on its blue surface. The air is warm with an underlying hint of cool, as if winter has sent a tendril down from the North. It isn't a languid day where I am limp in the humidity, but one of calm enjoyment. There is something about the clear late August and September air that I love. The cicadas and crickets hum, a reminder that summer is still here.
It was warm enough to dip into the pool after my sweaty time on the treadmill this afternoon. The water has dropped from a comfortable 82F to a refreshing 75F. It didn't take long for my limbs to cool down. I floated on my back, eyes squinted shut against the bright sun. Ahhh. This is the life.
We watched the men's 100m race last night. Usain Bolt is impressive. At almost 6'5" and roiling with muscles he is a treat for the eyes. It was nice to see the young Canadian earn a Bronze.
(Note to self: we got haircuts today - a close inspection of the cut bits showed a 50% divide between grey and gold)
“Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,
Ripening fields lush- bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn."
~Michelle L. Thieme, August's Crown