If you can explain this quotation to me, please do. I’m still thinking about it.
Some love summer, because less is expected of us in summer. The pace slows, and for those who take real vacations in other locations, August is a most likely time.
We dress lightly and do most anything half heartedly. Even where the heat is oppressive, the image of cool lemonade on a wrap-around porch is more August than any other. The burdens and undertakings are still a month away, around the corner, as soon as September peeks.
So put your feet up and allow it to sink in. There’ll be plenty of time for misery later.