Today is beginning of the month so I’m just going to do a little lazy writing. August is that last month of the year before the end-of-year madness begins. If you are an American, You know that holiday: Columba-Hallo-Thanks-Mas.

It’s a time to think slow thoughts and drink the lemonade. To listen to the buzzing of the summer cicadas and the bees tippling at flowers. My pumpkins are just starting to vine and flower. Tomatoes about done.

It’s a time to think about my country and what it means to be an American. Mid-year elections are coming up and it might be our only chance to reverse the madness and corruption. We all have a part to play.

August — when my little world holds its breath.