This poem distills the essence of what October means to me. What are your favorite things about October?
When I saw this photo, the lines to the poem leaped into my mind. My summer seemed very brief this year.
What are some last minute activities you are trying to get in before the summer is over?
This quote from Sylvia Plath perfectly sums up August for me. I try to pack in a few more summer activities, but time is running out. I’m not ready to start the school year, yet much of the freshness of summer fun has worn thin. August truly is an “odd uneven time.”