first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the
live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses
in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy
spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the
first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent,
too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with
too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all
I love this short passage which I found on Quote Garden, my favorite website for quotes. Such a beautiful poetic literary passage that I need to put this book on my reading list. Next week is the first week of August, we can look forward to more hot days and steep electric and water bills. The garden isn’t too happy; first hail and then weeks of record heat. The only thing that is thriving is the tomatillos. They are beautiful; they look like paper lanterns…I just read that you can pull the whole plant up when they are ready and then pull off the tomatillos as you need them. I will most likely freeze them and use them all winter when I’m craving a good Mexican green sauce.
How would you describe the first week of August? Could you come up with another metaphor as visual and beautiful as author Natalie Babbitt did in Tuck Everlasting?
Now get back to work!
The Writing Nag