“August,” I wrote in this month’s eLetter. “Somnolent summer afternoons, the sour-sweet smell of fresh cut grass, backyard barbecues … and this year, a wedding. By the time you read my September eLetter, I’ll be a married Mann — and will be grateful to the month of August for the rest of my days.”

Yes, nuptial preparations have got us hopping here. And we are not alone. Someone else is hopping. Right outside my study window, in fact, in that sour-sweet fresh-cut grass.

I wonder if they are getting ready for a wedding too?

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