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 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
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
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.