So the children are being bought new pencil cases and fresh school shoes.The supermarket shout sheets talks of Halloween and Bonfire night.The fashion pages explain how to be chic this autumn.
Get organised if you will or must.Think of the treats and consolations of other seasons.Be my guest.
Can I point out it is August.
The momentum of the year will,inevitably, roll on but I'm going to live in the moment.
The novelist Colette said "we have only the present but it is the greatest gift we have".
I've complained about the humidity and wilted in the midday heat but that's not the whole story.
The silent bookish shade.
The delicious breeze that sweeps your bare shoulders.
The smell of summer rain through an open window as you lie in the dark.
An ice cold drink that takes your breath away.
The nights when the Mambo gives you the energy to defy the heat and dance till you drop.
The mornings when there's Mozart on the radio and a pot of tea rouses you in the sleepy heat.
Diving into shivery water.
A really good ice cream cone.
Brown sails billowing on the sailing barges.
There is nobody who cannot take a minute, an hour or a day to simply be.
To savour a simple pleasure.
I am not going to get to winter empty handed.I will need these things in February.My shoes seem always to have a residue of sand in them.Its still a book in a rucksack not a compact in a handbag.
I will not leave the party early. I'm going to drain the bottle.