On my walk with Scout a few mornings ago, I noticed that
some of the leaves are letting go, drifting down ever so slowly by ones and
twos. They settle on the walking path or
land in the creek to meander along its length to places Scout and I seldom reach
on our walks.
Setting out a pitcher for sun tea this morning, a thing I’ve
done scores of times over the course of the summer, I couldn’t help noticing
that today something was different. In
the slant of the sunlight, the temperature, the dew point. Something.
Seasonal change is one of the only changes I consistently
face with any degree of enthusiam. And
my favorite one is almost here again.
When I hear the first geese call.
When the leaves have gone multi-hued.
When the sky turns that high, wide, forever-after, cloudless blue that
comes with September. Then. Autumn again.
Warm fires at night. Apples. Jack-O-Lanterns and roasted
pumpkin seeds. The spicy wildwood smell all around the outside of the house. Stew
and soups and warm, buttered bread. Thanksgiving.
Soon, it’ll be time for pepper in my coffee again.
I’m generally not happy about most change. But autumn change is as comforting as the
taste of pumpkin butter or the haunting call of geese at twilight or the musky
smell of woodsmoke. And as hopeful as the morning chatter of neighborhood
children, drawn to the corner of our street to await the arrival of the big,
yellow bus. 
If you love it as much as I do, please comment and tell me your favorite thing about
September.
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| Still plays in leaves. |
Thanks for coming. Come again soon.
Leann
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.-Robert Frost
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqU8FpdgiZE
September. I love it too. Although there's the promise of Autumn, there are also the memories of summer. The evenings are darker, but still warm enough for us to sit out and eat a meal as the sun sets and the night draws in. I love too the sheer abundance of fruits and vegetables - the summer ones offering their final crops as the later ones start to be harvested. It's wonderful, if sometimes slightly taxing as it all demands attention, all at the same moment. Enjoy September, Leann, and write again soon!
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