months are arbitrary

I am not someone who pays much attention to holidays. In general, I am more attuned to the signs of seasonal changes than I am to calendar dates or official holidays. And yet, this late Labor Day has me feeling like it is still August! I named this photo “august colors” before I remembered we are already into September. Sigh. I don’t mind being out of sync with the world. I rather enjoy it, but every now and then it gets me in trouble: Usually when I miss an important gathering or event because I didn’t know what day of the week it was. Anyone else there have similar sensibilities?

dried botanical bits left over from summer