"August feels like a hinge in the year. Swing backwards and summer is there, swing forward and fall is waiting. I'm in the swing forward camp. I'm never sorry to the see summer end, although I'll miss the peaches. I'm ready for sweaters and socks and new suede shoes." - Stephanie Madewell (Even Cleveland)
Entering the third week of school and it may be the hottest week yet. We're heading into the tail-end, the fizzing out of summer, but are still coming in the building all sticky and smelly from activities. The Indian summer has hurdled itself right into the midst of us while I've been poised for the change of seasons for a couple of weeks now. Eager, wishing, hungry for something different. Ready for the door to swing.
Entering the third week of school and it may be the hottest week yet. We're heading into the tail-end, the fizzing out of summer, but are still coming in the building all sticky and smelly from activities. The Indian summer has hurdled itself right into the midst of us while I've been poised for the change of seasons for a couple of weeks now. Eager, wishing, hungry for something different. Ready for the door to swing.
