September is almost over and I have not added to this blog in several weeks. You’d think after 18 years in the grand state of Texas I’d be used to hot brown Septembers, but, no, I still cannot adjust. Stubborn, you say? Well, yes. Always have been and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
September still means to me cooler weather, sweaters, leaves goldening on the branch to fall to the ground in October and November, and then of course, raking a big pile of leaves and jumping into them in anticipation of the snow mounds to come in December and January. September means new notebooks and pens, new books and back to school trying to soak it all in. September means a fresh start after the stifling days of August. Alas, I live in Texas where Autumn is just a fairy tale concept stolen from lively photos of other, far away places.