August is the great divide. Fitting perfectly snug between the start of summer and fall, it's the halfway point of a season slowly on the decline. Soon washed up on the memory banks of my mind. Blink and summer will pass you by, turning the page on bright skies and long, uncomfortable days. Or hold on tight for the last good weeks of the hottest summer I can remember. A handful of good weeks remaining on produce that has graced the nearby fields and trees and our plates and one last hurrah for the cravings that August brings, pears, peaches, grapes and watermelon. All local, all right now. But all fragile in it's temorary standing. Maybe it stems from moments in my childhood, playing hide and seek and candy kisses rapped in paper, swimming in my best friends pool, playing hopscotch, just having fun in the alley. Harking back to times when the meat of summer holidays lasted from July through to the end of August, when that first week of September illustrates a changing of the guard. A new chapter and beginning of the grand entrance of fall. Back to school commences and the neighbourhood chatter of kids outside running barefoot and doing as they do comes to a close. The silence is deafening. But with that comes relaxed temperatures, cooler evenings, wardrobe additions and alterations and the end of summer as we know it. August means we have lot of summer left. It also means we don't. As long as we are presented with the summer we will sit back and enjoy it. The signs like those hot drawn out days, picking, canning and freezing. Like a cool cold beverage to cool us down. Enjoy this wonderful time of the year!