I think of September as a prelude to October, which is the introduction to fall, my favorite time of year! If you’ve read my blog at least five times, you’ve probably learned about my love for October and fall. Here in the southeast, it is more beautiful than anything else I can imagine!
This year has passed quickly. I predicted it would, as early as February, although I’m certain my predictions are more wishes than prophecies. It is said, “If you think strongly enough about something, you can make it happen.” I believe it! That’s why I can’t caution you enough about negative thinking. Unfortunately, it works both ways.
There is only one day of August left. In less than forty-eight hours, it will be September. But the feeling started weeks ago. The one I always go on and on about – starting in, oh—about July. First, the light changes. It is a soft golden yellow instead of the harsh, hot, humid eye-straining yellow of midsummer. Then there is the silence. The lovely silence! Perhaps it’s only because children are back in school and we don’t hear their clamoring throughout neighborhoods and in public places. Whatever the reason, it is quieter. Combine golden days with refreshing silence and the still colorful, though declining, flower gardens, and you have September days that seem—almost sacred.
It is a restful time. I like to read, write, listen to music~ or a combination of all three~ and savor the time that I love.
To welcome the new month, I’m borrowing my own quote from a year ago. I don’t believe I could improve on it.