The Tearoom

Do some things and aesthetics just remind you of certain months or seasons? Well, my sister and I agree on that, but not always on which ones fit together. I am going to talk about the month of August; the books I read, the movies I watch, the projects I begin, and how they all relate to the month's aesthetic. August is the slightly golden end of the summer, a little bit hazy, with the colors muted. The winds start to pick up for autumn, and the breeze carries the scent of drying flowers, grass, and trees. August is not too hot, not too cool; you can put your feet in an icy mountain stream and still feel pleasantly warm. The breeze isn't cool either, just a sort of soft, shifting breeze. August is a harvest month, so golden fields of wheat under a periwinkle sky is August. For the colors and scents August has always said lavender, open plains, and other rich, yet muted things to me. It also has a dark side, evening shadows are longer, there is potential for anything,

This awesome blog party took place about a week ago, but I was out of town. I didn't realize that I wouldn't be able to participate in spite of that, but I neglected to pack my charging cable. How unromantic does that sound? Nevertheless, I have been looking forward to participating in this, and I am determined that I shall, even if, in my usual fashion, I am dreadfully late. To the Lovely Ladies hosting this blog party, I am so sorry,  but I hope that you won't mind my enthusiasm for your fabulous idea, no matter how tardy. I am going to talk just a little bit about why I love Anne. I started Anne of Green Gables in November of last year, and since then I have read that and the next three books in the series; I am just now finishing Anne of Windy Poplars . My sister, MovieCritic, had been suggesting the series to me for ages, but I didn't see any real reason to drag myself away from the important and enthralling classic literature that I was reading to read