August into September is much more of a New Year for me than December into January. It is a time for the end of the long summer holidays and the beginning of a new academic year; I make new resolutions and turn over new leaves; we pack away the old and start unwrapping the new.
In the last week we've said goodbye to the summer holidays.
G finished six months of training and his first half-ironman race.
And I left work.
The children have started in new classes at school; C's comes with a whole new playground and extra responsibilities. O has a strict teacher.
We're beginning to find our way with an entirely new and unfamiliar family routine. I can pick up the children from school every day now, but we've said goodbye to the childminder who helped me look after C and O for the last five years. We all cried. C is still crying actually.
But also we're enjoying the late summer sunshine, and some of the plum jam I made for our breakfast toast through the winter.
I think it will be a good year.