And just like that, we have reached the last evening of August.

For the past few days, I have been walking through memories.

Some belonged to my childhood. Some to my family. Some were hidden inside sounds, summer evenings, books, walks, trains, and small moments that probably didn’t seem important when they happened.

But somehow, August remembered them.

I don’t know exactly what it is about the last days of this month.

Maybe it is the changing light. Maybe it is the evenings becoming a little shorter. Maybe it is that first almost-invisible feeling that summer is beginning to loosen its grip.

Whatever it is, August always gives me a little sweet nostalgia.

And today, I want to thank it for that.

Thank you, August, for reminding me of the boy I once was.

For bringing back people, places, sounds, and moments I thought I had forgotten.

For reminding me that some of the most precious parts of our lives were once just ordinary days.

Thank you for the crickets singing in the darkness.

For books opened during hot afternoons.

For evening walks.

For underground trains and the excitement in a little boy’s eyes.

For ice cream melodies traveling slowly down a summer street.

And thank you for reminding me that memories don’t always return because we are sad.

Sometimes they return simply because they want to sit beside us for a while.

I don’t feel sad that August is leaving.

Actually, I am ready for September.

I am ready for cooler mornings, changing colors, sweaters, the smell of autumn, and everything the next season will bring. And somewhere beyond autumn, my favorite time of the year is already waiting for me.

But I don’t want to hurry.

There is still one evening left.

One last little piece of August.

So tonight, I won’t say goodbye with sadness.

I will simply say thank you.

Thank you for the summer.

Thank you for the memories.

And thank you, August, for that little sweet nostalgia you bring me every year.

Tomorrow belongs to September.

But tonight, I am still here.

GK

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23 thoughts on “Thank You, August”

    1. That makes me so happy to hear! Perhaps that has been my favorite part of sharing these August stories—seeing how one of my memories can quietly unlock someone else’s. Thank you for taking this little journey through August with me.
      GK

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  2. I like the idea of thanking a month before turning the calendar page. Usually I am more inclined to look at what didn’t get done and wonder how thirty-one days managed to disappear without consulting me. But there is something worthwhile about stopping at the end of a month and asking, “What did this month give me?”

    Not every month gives us what we hoped for. Some give us answers, some give us lessons, some give us people, and a few seem determined to give us character whether we requested it or not. But even an imperfect month can leave something good behind. Maybe gratitude is one way of refusing to let what was difficult have the final word. So before September gets its turn, thank you, August—for whatever grew that I may not fully recognize yet.

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    1. I love this perspective, especially the idea that some months give us character whether we requested it or not. You’re so right—not every month gives us what we hoped for, but that doesn’t mean it leaves us empty-handed. Sometimes we only recognize what it gave us much later. And I really love your thought that gratitude doesn’t allow the difficult parts to have the final word. Thank you for adding such a beautiful reflection to mine.
      GK

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    1. Ha, Rosie, you made it just in time to wave goodbye to August from the September side! And what a wonderful compliment—thank you! Maybe summer simply leaves so many little stories behind that I can’t resist turning them into words. Now I suppose I’ll have to see what poetry autumn has waiting for me.
      GK

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  7. Here I am in the beginning of September and I am fully engaged in harvest. I brought in a host of my medicinals yesterday. The mint and the mugwort, the mullein and the sumac are all drying. I will gather the curly dock and the evening primrose soon and the the Japanese knotweed will come in. The apples have been picked and soon the grapes. The last of the tomatoes and the potatoes and the pumpkins are coming in shortly.

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    1. What a beautiful way to welcome September! I can almost picture everything being gathered and prepared as one season slowly gives way to the next. There is something so satisfying about harvest time—enjoying what months of growing have finally given us. It sounds like September is keeping you wonderfully busy!
      GK

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  8. A beautiful ode indeed. Isnt it funny delightful bittersweet..how some moments stay, give, share, touch our hearts, and linger with a delight beyond compare.

    I ❤️ that you took a moment to wish August a fond farewell, its touching moments tucked safely away, shared compassionately, warmly, delightfully. A backward glance, full of meaning gentling into obscurity not rushed into passing, its reverence remembered carried. The realization that the new month would bring with it, its own gifts and memories as time moves on.

    Lovely. Truly lovely.

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    1. Thank you so much for this beautiful reflection. I especially love your thought of giving August a backward glance instead of simply rushing into September. That was exactly what I wanted—to let the month leave gently, with gratitude for everything it gave us. And now we can welcome September knowing it will bring its own little gifts and memories to tuck away someday too.
      GK

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    1. I love that way of looking at tomorrow—like new memories are already waiting for us somewhere on the horizon. Thank you, August, for what you gave us, and thank you, my friend, for sharing these little journeys with me. Here’s to whatever beautiful moments September brings!
      GK

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    1. Absolutely. Not every day will be perfect, but each one gives us something—a moment, a lesson, a memory, or simply another chance to appreciate being here. Gratitude makes even the ordinary days feel a little more meaningful. GK

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