Sunday, September 01, 2019

September

September 1st 2019

and a warm welcome to September.

..
my most favourite month!!!



This is the month that seems to me most like New Years

It is, as a matter of fact, the beginning of the year for me

and always has been!!

The excitement of September is only exceeded by the relief I feel

at having shut the door on August!!

This is the month the children, and mother, went back to school!

The month when all community activities started again, after a summer hiatus...

and with enthusiasm and great plans for the coming year.

This is the month when the sun was kind to us

and ceased shining upon us with broiling heat

while we struggled with fuzzy peaches

and pears whose state of maturity was always a mystery to me.

I am a glutton for knowledge, and learning

and after the children all finished grade school

I went back to college courses,

and to my weaving and spinning,

and the library

and bridge,

and music,

and all sorts of things to stir my enthusiasm.

In later years it was a time when Charles and I would indulge

in back road drives, and photography...

"Would you like to take a drive this afternoon?"  I would ask

and he was always willing and a great

participant with his fine eye as to what would make a great picture.

Here are some snaps we took on one of the last

of these afternoon adventures....





and another picture by Brian Lasaga 

Beautiful Autumn - painting by Alfred East 



And below is one that somewhat illustrates a book I am now reading, by 

Robert McFarlane, Stanley Donwood and Dan Richards

entitled "Holloway" (a sunken path)

"a route that centuries of foot-fall, hoof-hit

wheel- roll and rain-run have harrowed

deep into bedrock"

It is only a little mini book

but it contains a wealth of interesting

information, and the writing is intriguing.



I ran across this mindful poem, too....by Burton D. Carley

September Meditation

 I do not know if the seasons remember their history or if the days and
nights by which we count time remember their own passing;
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting or if the pine
renenbers its slow climb toward sun and stars.

I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall's gathering or if the
bluejay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September or if the night remembers
the moon.

I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last spring or if
the evergreeen remembers that it shall stay so.

Perhaps that is the reason for our births - to be the memory for creation.

Perhaps salvation is something very different than anyone expected.

Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to answer;
"What can you tell me about September?"

Well, if this is so, I will have nothing but good to say about

September - this lovely month.

When one gets to be as old as dirt the Septembers
remaining for one to enjoy are perhaps a little limited,
so I expect to put my heart and soul
into this one!!!

Here is a little warp I am in the midst of putting
on the loom
for a run of hand towels for various family kitchens...


September colours of red and rust and yellow

and a woollen shawl I just finished

to ward off the winter weather.



Happy September!!!!







5 comments:

Lady Locust said...

Absolutely beautiful! Also, thank you for the book recommendation. I have an antique punch bowl on my coffee table with mini books that I change out with the seasons. I do have one simply called "Autumn" with jewels of art and snippets of golden words.

Hildred said...

Definitely not a mini mook that would fit into an antique punch bowl, but are you familiar with "the lost words" by Robert McFarlane and Jackie Morris Beautiful illustrations and amazing text....

Hildred said...

book, not mook - slip of the finger!

Hill Top Post said...

"What can you tell me about September?" I love this poem, Hildred. Well, really the entire post. You really did put your heart and soul in this one. Fall must come a little earlier to the Similkameen than it does to us, for it is October that I dream about.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Beautiful post Hildred. Thank you. September certainly will always feel like the start of the year for us for the many reasons you so beautifully cited. After all these many years (and despite the fact that I seldom use one nowadays) I still wish I could celebrate the month with a brand new box of pencils! .....