Almost two years ago to the day I wrote a blog post singing the praises of August, a newly discovered month for me. I talked about how in my past life as an elementary teacher August was so stressful and hectic with the start of school but that in the world of preschool where school doesn’t start until after Labor Day, August seemed like a whole new undiscovered month of free time. And now as soon as I had found and grown to love the lost month of August deeply, it’s gone again, just like that. My family is leaving the world of preschool and reentering the world of elementary school this month. As excited as I am for all of the adventures that await us, I am also very sad to lose this wonderful bonus summer month. Before I had written about August being the month of nothing, as in there was nothing pressing to do or get done except for enjoying the last bits of summer. Now it’s suddenly back to feeling like limbo between the sunny summer relaxation of July and fall apple picking activities of September. So I guess August is still the month of nothing, but just because it’s kind of in no man’s land. It’s the start of school without all the warm fuzzy feelings about going back to school that naturally come with the month of September. Poor August. And poor me! Even though my love affair with August was fleeting, I’ll miss it terribly. R.I.P. August. I barely knew you!