
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
As the proud possessor of precisely three silver hairs, I’m feeling in sympathy with dear August right now.
Almost every leaf looks a little nibbled, and yes, the freshness of spring has definitely worn off — and yet I would be lying if I told you I found her ripe, sultry, mature beauty anything but riveting.




