By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.
-Helen Hunt Jackson, September
My favorite month of the year is more than half over.
My hubby and I have celebrated our birthdays together.
My dear cousin has wed the man of her dreams.
A dear family friend has moved to her permanent Heavenly residence.
My laundry has seen a tumble or two in the dryer but is waving on the clothesline again today.
More of our breakfasts have been served warm and eaten slowly.
More of my evenings have been spent snuggled next to my best friend as we each read a book.
Less of my to-do’s have gotten done. But more rest and snuggling has taken place.
It’s September. Wherein I relish the crisp air and the brisk breeze and the falling leaves and the special moments and memories the month brings for my man and me.
Next? We celebrate the fourteenth anniversary of the day we met.
Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,
The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth
And you walk under the red light of fall
The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain
The sharp, gentle chill of fall.
Here as we move into the shadows of autumn
The night that brings the morning of spring
Come to us, Lord of Harvest
Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us …