Early morning cool
Leaves starting their journey
Soft jackets with stubborn zippers
Announcers in filled football stadiums
Squirrels getting busier
Chili peppers teasing your nose
Bright lights of a county fair
New pencils and sharp crayons
Meeting new characters on television
Early blanket of darkness
Elk are bugling
Socks and sweatshirts
Warm cider and hot tea
A different light in the afternoon
Airing out the quilt
Reading the Farmer’s Almanac
Stocking up on essentials
Summer’s last gasp in September
Laughing by the fire pit
Relaxing in the season
What is September for you? A time of exciting new beginnings? Or painful memories from years gone by? Does the cool air energize and inspire you, or do you wish summer’s warmth would linger? Of course you may live somewhere that offers high temperatures year-round. If so, what does the change of season mean to you?
I’ve always viewed September with mixed emotions. As a child, it was the whole back-to-school thing. Then it was the back-to-campus thing during college. Then you “become an adult” and school calendars no longer rule your life (though I swear universally work stops for everyone the first week of school, and the last week of school, because no one knows where their kids, car keys, or brain are).
But then September changed for me.
Now as I am much older, September is also symbolic of how quickly things change. How life passes before we’re ready.
How we need to take the trip today, tell someone we love him or her today, have dessert first today.
How we should not “postpone our joy”.
September is just a month; the beginning of a new season. But I think inside, it’s also our cue to pull the blanket around us and warm up to our lives.
Luckily, as boomers, we have a lot of kindling.
“There is a pearl in every season. Find it. Then give all you have to claim it.”