I remember now

[marcicat]

August is the March of summer. I always like it much more when I’m anticipating its arrival than when I’m actually experiencing it.

How I Imagine August:
*long, lush, summer days
*dragonflies
*cool nights & popsicles

Actually August:
*too hot
*plant guilt
*everyone is cranky

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