One of the things that I missed when I wasn’t living in New England was the seasons. If you live here long enough, you start to figure out what the early signs are for the changing seasons. August is still summer here, but it is late summer as opposed to July, high summer. Some things that we associate strongly with New England summers belong to August: sweet corn, peaches, tomatoes (everyone wants to push them earlier…but they just don’t). Other things belong to fall, white and blue wood asters, onions, apples.
The last 24 hours have shown both of August’s faces. Yesterday dawned hot, muggy and with building clouds. The end of a spell of weather that makes one want to stay far away from New England in the summer. Everything sticky feeling with humidity, but everything wilting because there was no water. By noon, the wind was rising and the clouds darkening, the cats were edgy, the birds suddenly active. Mid-afternoon the thunderstorm rolled through, the sort of big thunderstorm that August creates, you know it is coming for hours and then there is cold rain with wind. The night cleared, the crickets were in full song by the thousand thousands. And today, partly cloudly, a cool morning, with the high dry wind and sun, about seventy at noon. No bugs, no humidity. A day when it feels like you could do anything and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.