September 2022

“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.” — Peggy Toney Horton

August 2022 • Part III

“The grass in the back field was almost waist high, and now there was goldenrod, that late-summer gossip which comes to tattle on autumn every year. But there was no autumn in the air today; the sun was still all August, although calendar August was almost two weeks gone.”
― Stephen King

August 2022 • Part II

“But this girl felt like nectarines and balconies to me. She felt like everything. She felt like a long winter, then a nervous spring, then a sticky summer, and then those last days you never thought you’d get to, the ones that spread themselves out, out, out until they feel like they go on forever. So, August is a person.”
― Casey McQuiston

August 2022 • Part I

“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.”
― Sara Baume

July 2022

“July, that lovely hell, all
velvet dresses and drapes
stuffed into a hot little hole.”
— Laura Kasischke

June 2022

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — Steinbeck

May 2022

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk–honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.,

April 2022

When bullying April bruised mine eyes
With sleet-bound appetites and crude
Experiments of green, I still was wise
And kissed the blossoming rod.
– Cecil Day-Lewis

March 2022

March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. Schwab

The Smithsonian • 2022

Sometimes when I’m swimming, I think that maybe someday I’ll put my red Speedo up for auction. Or maybe I’ll donate it to the Smithsonian. They can stuff it with two plums and a gherkin and put it on display. — David Duchovny