From the August 30, 1965 edition of the Vineyard Gazette:
So the day after tomorrow will be the beginning of September. The lavender blossoms of rose of sharon bushes are already pronouncing a dirge for August, the cat tails are brown and full, the sun lopes lazily, the spirit of arrival blends with the spirit of departure, and nature, usually so purposeful, has nothing to do. This makes for a feeling of assurance and content.