Oops, there are only a few hours left of August and I almost didn't get my "Sounds of August" blog
posted. I came up with this idea at the beginning of August, one evening when I stepped outside
on our deck. I remarked to Clint, "It sounds like August!" What a symphony! I wonder how many critters/insects compose this orchestra? I can't think of another month that has such a distinct sound.
A few weeks ago I ran across a verse by William Wordsworth and knew I had to include it in this blog. The verse is from "Lines Written in Early Spring, 1888" :
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant
Thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
|The scene this August morning from our front porch.|
I was resting after my two miles and admiring the trees
silhouetted against the foggy layers in the background.
My grandmother tells the story of my brother entering his pet rabbit to be judged. This paragraph is in the above article:
Dot laughs about the time her grandson entered his pet rabbit in the judging. He won first place and the delighted little boy watched the judge put a blue ribbon on the cage. Smiles turned to tears the next morning, though, when it was discovered that the rabbit had eaten the ribbon! A kindly judge replaced it with another and all ended well.
|My mother's Blue Ribbon chocolate fudge recipe. This is a favorite|
in my family and we had to have it every Christmas.
|Terrible quaility of photo but am using it because|
I couldn't find another one of my fair entries with ribbons.
|I usually worked in the art entries at the fair.|
|The Fairest of the Fair. I am number 8, number 14 was crowned |
My grandmother, grandfather and some cousins were featured in an Emmy Award winning series, The Heartland Series, that ran for years on WBIR in Knoxville, TN. This series was hosted and produced by Bill Landry. The episode that featured them was filmed where else but at the county fair!