Do you think of the months in terms of colors or moods? I don't feel strongly about every month being a color or tone, but August--August is always golden in my books. It's the last gasp of summer, the final glimmering days of warm sunlight, and the world normally green fading into gold. Around us the fields are growing tall with wheat and barley, apples are starting to weigh down the orchards, and you can sense harvest already on the horizon. When I lived stateside autumn didn't seem to come until October; September was still warm and green, but here you can feel the fall in the air already. It's no surprise that Celtic tradition marks the start of the harvest season on August 1st: La Lughnasa. I'm excited for this month, I'm feeling inspired by the shifting seasons, and lingering warmth...like spring it feels as if things are starting to happen. Instead of new buds leaping forth from the earth, we now begin to reap all of the benefits of our earlier labors. What good fruits will this harvest season yield? 
old Doen dress, 
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