by Steve Tanham
One of the most poignant moments of the year is the last week of August. There comes that first sense of ‘chill’, plus the heavy dew on the morning grass.
We find the best way to deal with this is a bottle of white wine, taken just as the warmth of the afternoon has begun to ebb.
We spend the time it takes to sip the wine recalling the high points of the summer, thanking it for restoring us and fortifying our bodies against the ordeal of the coming winter.
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
Very nice, Steve, a lovely vision. I must be honest, I could do without winter, but it is very determined and just keeps coming back uninvited.
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thanks Robbie. I must admit, as the years pass, so could I!
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I felt that first chill in the air this morning, Steve. Winter is on its way!
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Thank you, Ladies! Sadly, it is!
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I still get back to school collywobbles at this time of year. A nice wine with the last warm rays of the sun sounds perfect though.
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Made me chuckle, Michael. Show how powerfully imprinted we all were with schooling!
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The end of August is always a bit sad for me, but there is also the anticipation of things to come.
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Such a mixture though, Darlene: lovely Autumn, horrible Winter and Christmas trying to mediate in the middle!
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Living in Spain, I no longer dread winter like I used to, but summer is still my happiest time.
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I think you have the best of both worlds!
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