August, die she must… — Paul Simon, April Come She Will
Sometimes Monday is for weekend reminiscing…with memories of proscuitto wrapped figs happy hour, torrential downpours, the return of autumn beer, and the departure of the endless heat and humidity.
Sometimes Monday means the return of a woolly sweater, which is a most welcome layer in this mornings chilly air and this knitter’s heart sings with joy.
And sometimes Monday brings the end of August and with it; darker mornings, flocking birds, and a mug of hot coffee to warm my hands.
What does your Monday look like?