SEPTEMBER

The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown,
The trees in apple orchards

With fruit are bending down; 

The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;

 In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun;
The sedges flaunt their harvest
 In every meadow nook,
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook;

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies–

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.

Even if my thermometer is still reading
in the 90's I am beginning to notice a
change in the feel of the air and the
light as it makes it's way across the sky.

Shadows hang around a little longer,

the grass is wet with a heavy dew in

the mornings as I drink my first

cup of tea and the smell of the 

air has "that" smell- do you

know the one I mean? 

 My table is piled high with

books waiting to be shelved and

the smell of fresh paper and pens

lingers in the house as we prepare

for the start of a new school year.

It's time to restock my planner 

with meals like stews and Sheppard's

pie and I can't forget pumpkin pudding.

My knitting basket is full of beautiful

wool yarn just waiting by my rocker

along with a soft throw to keep away

the chill.

Firewood still needs to be split

and quilts laundered for the beds,

but for those things  there is  time,

but soon, oh so soon, cooler weather

will be here!

September, my favorite month of

the whole year, welcome.xx

Photos from my land as I took a

stroll around the property yesterday.

Poem~ September by Helen Hunt Jackson