We’ve been so busy around here, what with beekeeping, baby-raising, dusting-sweeping-mopping, and Hillstocking, that when the scent of the high country wafted into my bedroom this morning, somewhere in the depths of my slumber I realized it smelled differently.

I woke with a start and realized: it’s August.  August 5, to be exact.

By the end of this month, it’s more likely than not that the snow will fly at least once, and the honey season will be over with.

Oh, July – we hardly knew ye.

Thank you for the evenings mosquito-free-enough for bonfires with best friends …

Thank you for melting enough snow at Logan Pass to allow the Going to the Sun Road to open

Thank you for spontaneous car camping trips to pretty little lakes …

Thank you for lingering daylight that allowed a new one to pay her respects to an old one …

Thank you for evenings warm enough for brothers-in-law to paddle each other out to the middle of the pond, for a quick dip …

Thank you for friends who came to visit …

Thank you for honeybees making honey, and happy summer help …

Thank you for evenings still enough to remember why Gretchen’s Mirror is called Gretchen’s Mirror …

And most especially, thank you for the chance to see my husband look gorgeous in a pair of khaki shorts!

Fare thee well, July …

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