As the season and calendar changes, it’s a great time to remember Septembers past.
Ah, September. It’s the month that marks the end of summer. It’s when school goes back into full swing. Kids go to college. Here in the northern hemisphere, the days become noticeably shorter.
As a child, September was a time to look forward. I was usually excited to go back to school. Having a September birthday, I’d start making my lists as soon as the calendar changed. In fact, I was a little confused by Tom Jone’s crooning on the radio about trying to remember Septembers that were mellow.
Now I get those lyrics. September lends itself to retrospection. Trees start turning, or in the case of the cottonwood at the edge of my yard (notice I’m not admitting ownership), throwing down clumps of leaves. At the lake where my in-laws live, Labor Day weekend is marked by frenetic action followed by complete quiet. Families pull in their docks and boat covers and batten down the hatches for the coming Michigan winter. There’s a sense of transition, if not ending. Continue reading »