Tis It August, Perchance?

As I considered the name of this month, and tried to think of a few words to write about it, I remembered that august is a fairly common word besides being the name given to the eighth month of the year.

My dictionary defines august as follows: marked by majestic dignity or grandeur.

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Having clarified the word's meaning, I'm certain I'll appreciate and savor the next twenty-eight days more deeply than ever before. Now, now, don't be rolling your eyes. I'm striving here to give all that's due to this month you and I have only recently entered. Let's try to be serious, shall we?

Moving on, I love the illustrations in my datebook, don't you? I'm especially enjoying the pink flowers. If I could draw like the artist, Sharon McCartney, I'd draw like her. Yes, I would. Really!

I'm learning something else about August, the month, that is, not the word. I'm having difficulty being serious in this month marked by majestic dignity and grandeur. I feel as though I should be respectful but it's truly hard for me and I don't know why. Hmmm...hmmm...hmmm...where lies the answer? I wonder. I suspect when you rolled your eyes, I lost my ability to keep a straight face.

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Let me try once more to be thoughtful. Stop, drop, scroll and read on my friends.
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Will is the root,

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knowledge is the stem and leaves,

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and feeling is the flower.

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-Sterling

Would this month by any other name be as majestic or grand?

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(P.S. Don't get excited. The first person to comment doesn't get my datebook. :)