August is a golden month, full of ripe fruit and golden fields. there is a stillness in the air as many people go on holiday or just slow down. The town is quiet and the streets are empty. The chattering of children at school is replaced by the chattering of the cicale.
It is the eighth month and received its name from the Emperor Augustus, because some good fortune happened to him in this month. August originally only had thirty days but another one was added so he was not inferior to Julius Caesar who had thirty-one days in his month, July.
Here is a verse by R.Combe Miller,(1745 - 1814) an English clergyman, in praise of this golden month.
Fairest of months1 ripe Summer's Queen,
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.
|Take time to lie on the grass and look up at the trees|
|All your hard work in the garden is paying off|
|Take time to sit and enjoy the flowers|
|Leisurely breakfasts, a great way to start the day|
|find a shady spot for a quiet drink and a chat|