It’s here, whether we want it or not. Fall. You know, that glorious season right before the bitter winds of winter? The season of beautiful foliage on the trees as they make their last hurrah before they loose all their leaves. The season of trips to the orchards for crispy apples, trudging through pumpkin fields to pick out that perfect pumpkin, taking drives down country roads to see all the beauty of the season.
In the past September was, for me, the time for the start of a new school year. Going shopping for new shoes and clothes. It meant the smell of new crayons, getting new yellow tablets, and new school books. I have always loved the smell of books. Somehow you don’t get the same smell from a Kindle. It was meeting the new teacher, getting your seat assigned, and hoping your best friend was still there for you as you had not seen her all Summer. It was seeing the big yellow school bus coming down the road and wondering if the driver would be nice or grumpy.
September meant that Summer was officially over and it was time to get out jackets and sweaters and knee high socks. No more shorts and sleeveless tops. Early evenings and homework before bed. No more hide and go seek games in the yard.
On the farm September meant harvesting. The corn was ripe, ready for picking and I would ride in the wagon behind the corn picker as it threw the corn cobs out into the wagon. Oats combined and shoveled into the oats house so the animals would have something to eat during the long winter. The Spring calves were almost grown and would be the new milk cows. Time for butchering a hog or a cow for meat for the table.
September meant my mother gathering in the last of the vegetables from the garden and canning or freezing all she could for our family to eat. Winter was coming and we must be ready.
Some people are sad when September comes. Songs are sung about September. September is both a beginning and an ending. But September will come no matter how much you want one last day at the beach, one last ride at the amusement park, one last lazy day to dream. It will come and stay for only a moment like all the other months as the year rapidly draws to a close. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas come one after the other before you know it. September has the last holiday of the Summer, Labor Day. This weekend we will have our grandsons staying with us so it won’t exactly be a holiday, but we will plan some fun things for them. It reminds me how quickly the boys are growing and how we must grab the little snatches of time we have with them. They have been in school for a couple of weeks already. No child should have to start school before Labor Day in my opinion.
September means a lot of things to me and as I grow older it means different things. I watch as others send their children off to school and feel nostalgic for those days, yet glad I don’t have to take part any longer. It means time for a new haircut, a new exercise routine, more books to read, less lawn mowing, closing the pool, getting the house ready for winter. It means more sewing and quilting and antiquing and being able to take a vacation during the school year. Yes, September is a month of change and I am glad of it.
I saw a bright red Maple leaf on my porch yesterday. Yes, Fall’s a comin’. Bye.