August: Nurture by Nature
Fairest of the months! Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.
R. Combe Miller
Summertime, and the foraging’s easy. The elderberry bows over, heavy with fruit. Lobster mushrooms explode after a rain. The masses flock to the mountains for the one wild food everybody knows: blueberries, a fruit one never tires of, and enough of it to feed everyone till next season.
In no time, summer — with the warm days we dreamt of all winter — is gone. What happened to our vacation? Did we go tubing like we said we would? Did we go camping and live on wild foods?
In August, to paraphrase Mark Twain, your vacation IS your vocation. And with a paw paw in hand, you don’t need a palm tree; you have enough on your plate. You just need to remember, as Oscar Wilde said, “life is too important to be taken seriously.”
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And the call again, “it’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”