68 and drizzling, very overcast as the remains of Hurricane Ida pass over us. Foggy again.
I am glad to see the beginnings of the end of summer. Surely September will treat us better than July and August? I have to admit, though, while August had some really hot days, we had enough rain, enough cool mornings, and that is why I don't mind August. But I truly, deep-down hate July. I am simply not made for hot weather. I suppose it's my British heritage speaking? Give me cloudy days, cool weather, and I'm a happy woman.
As Oliver Wendell Holmes said, "The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many."
So here's to this month when harvest gets into full swing, when the trees sigh and let loose of their summer crowns, when the birds flock and fly to the south, when the gardens struggle gamely on to give us those last, somehow sweeter tomatoes, when the color of the roses seems deeper and brighter somehow. It's September, the month of yellows and oranges mixed with the green, and cooler days and longer nights. I raise my coffee cup--but no pumpkin spice in my cup yet-- to all of that.
An ode to September -
ReplyDeletenicely said, Sue!
Enjoy your September.
ReplyDeleteIf only the grey hair looked as stunning as the autumn leaves! Though of course the trees lose all their leaves soon afterwards.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy for September to be here, too. Less humidity and cooler days. I'm not a fan of hot weather, either.
ReplyDeleteToday and yesterday were the first two days since May when it was truly comfortable to be outside, dawn to dusk. So that's where I was. What a relief.
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