Saturday, September 01, 2012

Hurray for September

I’ve always loved September.

I even like the name of it, how it rolls off the tongue.

I think I love those first hints of fall even more than fall itself, you know, that breeze that carries a different smell, air that seems a bit drier, and a touch a coolness unexpectedly on a Saturday morning.

I love the pennant races in baseball, and the hoopla surrounding the new football season.

I like the woods in September. There is always so much going on as plants and bugs and other creatures start to get ready for the coming winter.

I probably like September more now that I don’t have to “go back to school” as in my early years. That always kind of stunk!

I dig equinoxes, and September has one, the autumnal equinox, when the sun rises true east and sets true west, the first official day of fall.

I have a soft spot for Neil Diamond's September Morn.

I like gardens in September, the blooming of the late season flowers, so many plants going to seed, brave butterflies passing through or laying eggs, life preparing to survive the coming winter, the beginning of leaf drop - especially for tulip poplars, sour woods, and this year - oddly early - dogwoods...

I like the poem “thirty days hath September…”

I like the stubble of September fields harvested.

I have a new friend with a September birthday...

John Updike published a calendar for children, each month with a short poem. Here is the poem for September:

The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.

September has been a rough month this new century – Katrina and 9/11 come to mind. Yet September seems to be a quiet month overall, one that sort of passes with little notice. It is sort of an in between month, tucked between its bigger sisters of August and October.

My family has three important birth dates in September. My grandmother, Nanny, was born on September 9th, 1902. I miss you Nanny. My sister Mary was also born in September - September 16th. And, also on September 16th, my beautiful niece Rachel was born, her life, like a passing September, fleeting and beautiful. We miss you Rachel.

For Iris Dement, September in its quiet unassuming passing reminds her of the quiet passing of her life:

My life, it don't count for nothing.
When I look at this world, I feel so small.
My life, it's only a season:
A passing September that no one will recall.

OK, that’s a bit of a downer.

The change of the season from summer to fall, and from fall to winter, used to make me sad. It doesn’t anymore.

I like September. You won’t need to wake me up when September ends; I wouldn't miss this month for the world!


Anonymous said...

That was beautiful!

Anonymous said...

And the anticipation of the new fall tv season (from back when there was only one) that reminds you of growing up and your Mom with her fall preview TV Guide.......?