B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for July 04, 2024

“… when you finally shut up”

Peace and quiet comes in September for the both of them.

SapTimber. It favourite month of trees too.

I used to love September as my birth month—until I turned a certain age. Now I am starting to resent it even if Fall starts on the day.

Rock on. It’s the Essex of the situation.

Most likely September through March, until the flower returns .

September. Great song by Earth, Wind, and Fire.

October, without question.

My sentiments exactly…But I always preferred the time after the autumnal equinox: “I am the Fall. I am the synthesis of seasons…” (from an essay I wrote as a teenager.)

It is the start of the NFL season.

I think I will hibernate till the summer of 2025.

Getting ready for hunting season, the weekend warriors start appearing. National Forest living, just have to put up with it for a while. And have plenty of purple paint.

Two weeks of poor sledding. July in the upper Midwest.

When there are no smart-mouth flowers around.

August. A month has to be pretty fantastic to include my birthday…

“Nailed It!!!!

This reminds me of when I lived a mile from the beach in New England.

Nicest month of the year where I live. My only problem with September is that it doesn’t last longer.

It used to be called Indian Summer

…kinda like when all the kids go back to school….

For my son Jason, I like to say on July 1 that the next five months are “his” (JASON)

My favorite month is summer vacation.

Golfing suks in Sept. harder to find a ball even in the fairway at times.

Fave months.

September: When my birthday comes.

December: When Christmas comes.

All the big mouth non-Fibonacci flowers are long gone by then.

nasty

Mere coincidence, of course.

Go Rock!!

I can’t wait for September, and October. The fall months are beautiful and cooler.

you’re so vain, you probably think this comic is about you.

I like February best, here in Virginia, curled up in a knothole in a tree, comfy and safe. It is the month of “bright winter”, and the most frequent snow, quiet and crisp, but not too cold. It inspires hope for times of want: Snow drops and witch hazel have the garden to themselves, foreshadowing great abundance. A few buried acorns remain uneaten.