It’s September and we are entering the ninth month
of the year, although for the Romans it was the seventh
month. The Anglo-Saxon called it “Great-monath”, Barley
Month, and that describes it beautifully. My birthday is
on the ninth (Belated Brithday wishes, dear Janis, love
Peter) and I am thrilled to be sharing it with my grand
daughter Florence it will be her first birthday so this
year and from now on my birthdays will always be more
special to me.
It is the golden month, one of warm, still, and mellow
days. Corn has been gathered in, apples are ready for
harvesting, flowers in herbaceous borders are quietly
preparing for Autumn, and we can anticipate a rest from
many of our outdoor tasks. I can happily echo the words
of Alex Smith about September.
Best I love September’s yellow,
Morns of dew-strong gossamer,
Thoughtful days without a stir;
Rooky clamours, brazen leaves.
Stubble dotted o’er with sheaves-
More than spring’s bright uncontrol
Suit the autumn of my soul.
I hope you enjoy the rest
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