August is a good word.
It means “respected and impressive,” according to one
dictionary.
It has a noble origin, according to another:
“August comes from the Latin word augustus, meaning 'consecrated' or 'venerable,' which in turn is related to the Latin augur,
meaning 'consecrated by augury' or 'auspicious'.”
It’s also the month just begun.
In childhood, I associated it with the great summer
vacation. That part was good. It was also the hottest month in a place that was
too hot already. At least for little me, that was not so good.
How did the eighth month of the Gregorian calendar get this
venerable name? According to yet another reference book, the name was changed from
"Sextilis” = “the Sixth month” (in the old Roman calendar) to “August,” to
honor the great Cesar.
Years ago, I saw the BBC series I, Claudius, and proceeded
to read part of Robert Graves’s book on which it was based. I didn’t read the
whole thing, for it’s lo-o-ong. I chose to read about Caesar Augustus, the model of
a good Caesar and the ideal for a good king.
At least by Robert Graves’s telling, Augustus was as
positive a ruler as could humanly be. His time on earth is thus known as the
golden age of Rome.
All this to say, I wish you a good august month of August.