I love the word, “languor.” It’s indicative of everything I associate with late summer: the mood, the laziness, the inertia that always hits me about now, the desire to just lay around and do nothing. Or to meander around outside, listen, inhale, feel the calm of the overflowing garden, surprise a tiny bunny.



August’s lull is waiting to hold you. As for me, I’m going to take time away from the screen, pick up actual books, and settle in.
Coming up in September, I’ll talk about Nicole Farmer‘s poetry. Her book, Honest Sonnets, is on my desk as I write this. I’m happy to learn about another woman poet over 50!
Until September. Go enjoy some languor.

all photos by kcmickelson 2023
Beautiful images and thoughts. August is that winding down from summer period. I see, hear and feel the shifting of seasons.
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Thanks Audrey. Hope you enjoy yourself as we slide into fall!
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So beautifully true!
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Lovely affirmation for being lazy these days, Kathleen. Your photos are stunning!
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Thank you, Carolyn!
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Beautiful photos, Kathleen.
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Thank you, Annis!
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languor is a great word! Nice mouthfeel. 🙂
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