It’s August…and the light is shifting, turning to a ‘glancing light’… light is hitting surfaces at acute angles and shadows are sharper. It’s this, even more than temperature, that lets me know Autumn is just around the corner.
A few days back March and I talked about Summer – both of us LOVE the Season and look forward to its arrival – but MAYNE! after a month or so it becomes a bit tedious. Even more so when temps soar into the stratosphere and flowers bud, bloom and shrivel in what seems to be a minute. And sometimes it very nearly is that minute.
Rain in August is different, too. It smells different, even the petrichor seems… drier? There’s a part of me that keeps wanting to say ‘tireder’ but I suspect that’s just me (I just changed up my workout, incorporating more (MORE) side planks and this insane thing called a ‘Half Turkish Get-Up’ YIKES! But it’s working, so onward and upward with that damb kettlebell.) Rain in August is similar to Rain in October – it heralds a change just around the corner. It could be 98F – and it still feels different. Rain at night in August feels less balmy… don’t ask me why, but it does. Harder. Cooler. But it also feels more soothing, making me grateful to have a reasonable roof over my head.
Morning Light. It’s changing. Less ‘yellow’ more ‘grey’, even when it’s sunny out. I keep farmer’s hours – up at 5(ish) – so the shift in light is very obvious.
Hummingbirds. Now is the time the hummers begin their migration from North, so I’ll get my trapline visitors – you can always tell by the intense aerials, totally different from ‘my’ birds who, when they settle down, are a bit more desultory in their guarding of the feeder. Oooh! Now is dragonfly time, as well – every couple of years swarms of dragonflies descend upon my gardens for a day, maybe two. Talk about aerials! They are the ultimate predator in their class, taking out all the bugs that their beating wings flush from the garden. It’s fascinating to watch and I am mos’ def #teamdragonfly, always. Gotta love an efficient predator. But it’s only now, in August, that I see them do their dance, wiping all the whiteflies, et all, that they flush out. Then they, too, will vanish until next Summer.
August is also the time I start thinking about Autumn frags. Ubar. Femme (in the MIghty Mouse bottle). Amouage Vanille Barka (the flip side of Summer’s Saffron Mamba and Tribute) – edging juuust a bit towards Cinnamon Roll weather, not quite there (it’s 96F here and only a madwoman would turn on her oven)…but you know it’s just around the bend. Mitsouko, which does not work AT ALL in midsummer’s extreme heat, is champing at the bit to be let out of her bottle so she can take over the world, yet again. By October, the world should be ready to accept her domination. The second crop of peaches should be ready to harvest by the end of this coming week, so I’m thinking Mitsy is nearly ready, too. Lots of readys.
Tell you what August is NOT about, at least not for me: ambergris. I spritzed my Ambre Grisea. It was 89F. I had to take a shower to get it off before it brought up my lunch! There’s a reason I equate that with the Brittany Coast in November. 89F? That’s a hard no. Blecchhh! When temps let me wear Uncle Serge’s De Profundis without fainting I’ll know it’s time for Ambre Grisea.
I’ll be sad to put away the suntan scents . But I think I’m looking forward to Autumn. Don’t tell anyone, though. Gotta keep my Hot Weather cred going!
What about you? What heralds the pending change from Summer to Autumn? How does it affect your perfume wearing?