This time of year, I'm distracted by the slap, dash, crack of acorns zipping through the trees and the rat-a-tat-tat of still more dropping on the neighbor's metal roof. They land with a startling pop, rattle, and roll.
But the acorns are just one sign that change is in the air.
The apples down the street are turning red, the grapes two blocks over are turning deep blue (they've been green all summer), and the leaves on the maple tree three blocks up are starting to change.
It seems early, but September is just two days away.
Today is the first day of August, and although it's not a tradition I was raised with, or even knew much about until I heard others talking about it, the first words out of my mouth this morning were, "Rabbit, rabbit."
Why say, "Rabbit, rabbit?" The tradition, superstition, folklore ... whatever you want to call it, has it that the first words you say in the morning on the first of the month be, "Rabbit, rabbit."
It's suppose to bring luck ... my fingers are crossed.
In more than one culture, the rabbit is a symbol luck, a harbinger of abundance, fertility, and prosperity. Bring it on!
From what I've read, saying "Rabbit, rabbit," on the first of the month seems to have originated in Britain.
Another British connection to the rabbit is the book, Watership Down. I listened to the audiobook and it was incredible. It's listed as a children's book, but don't be fooled, it's a complex tale with a sometimes frightening story line. If you're looking for a summer read, it's one you might consider. When I finished the book, I was so disappoint to leave Hazel, Bigwig, and Fiver behind. Chances are, you'll feel the same.