September has been for me a month of contrasts. Yes it's still summer but you know keep down that fall is around the corner. The black walnuts are sprinkled on the roads and I believe that the squirrels sit up in those trees and try to pelt me as I walk by. Frodo would love to catch a squirrel, I think it's on his bucket list. By the way, he's feeling much better now. I babied him, tried to help him up and down on the couch and took it easy. He appreciated the effort and now is back to running and chasing that favorite frisbee.
September is a shift in the light in my house. I walk by and see the shadows dancing and have to take a photo. The house has been quiet and clean, instead of piles of books I see empty surfaces. I've tidied up corners and spaces, thinned out papers, and made new lists for fall of what I'd like to accomplish.
September starts as summer and ends with fall. Each morning I'm greeted with mist, you know the kind that makes your hairy go all wonky. One day soon, the mist will have a chill and I'll see my breath. Capris and shorts will give way to jeans and a sweater, I'm patiently waiting for that moment. I've spotted yellow leaves dropping, along with acorns. I hear the crickets, locusts, and cicadas in the afternoon, deafening at times. I appreciate late summer as I age and yet my love for fall and winter deepens.
Have a good weekend :)