September 2, 2014

   This is my birthday month, September is one of my favorites for that and many other reasons.
September is burnt orange, and yellow mums, and candy apple red. 
When I was a  young girl  it was The approach of the Coastal Empire Fair and new school clothes.
It was trying to wear pants and sweaters made for a chill on days still ripe with Summer's heat and humidity.
 September is football Sunday.  September is anticipation, waiting for the first tinge of frosty morning air, waiting for the first mention of The Holidays while pretending to frown on those who talk about Christmas a full two months before Halloween arrives.  
September is brown and golden, thoughts of Thanksgiving. 
September is family and fixing the house up for Fall and Holiday entertaining.
September is time to put away the languid, lazy, days of Summer.
September is harvest time,  renewal time, 
time to feather the nest for the coming Winter. 
September is golden rod and sky that particular shade of blue that tells you it's the ninth month and not the sixth.
September is days getting imperceptibly shorter, nights stretching out inch by inch.
September is hope, for a great Fall, for a happy Holiday season, for a gentle Winter. 
September is my favorite because is holds possibilities.
September is my special month, September is me.