I hoped for something August themed, though we’re still in July. I found a nice quote, but it was too long together so I used the second sentence.
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on the cob. Vivid dahlias fling huge tousled blossoms through gardens and Joe Pye Weed dusts the meadow purple.
Jean Hersey 7/26/20