It’s September

It’s September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning’s sharp with cold;
Now the garden’s at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
And the good old-fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed;
Once again in shoes and stockings are the children’s little feet,
And the dog now does his snoozing on the bright side of the street.

It’s September, and the cornstalks are as high as they will go,
And the red cheeks of the apples everywhere begin to show;
Now the supper’s scarcely over ere the darkness settles down
And the moon looms big and yellow at the edges of the town;
Oh, it’s good to see the children, when their little prayers are said,
Duck beneath the patchwork covers when they tumble into bed.

It’s September, and a calmness and a sweetness seem to fall
Over everything that’s living, just as though it hears the call
Of Old Winter, trudging slowly, with his pack of ice and snow,
In the distance over yonder, and it somehow seems as though
Every tiny little blossom wants to look its very best
When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest.

It’s September! It’s the fullness and the ripeness of the year;
All the work of earth is finished, or the final tasks are near,
But there is no doleful wailing; every living thing that grows,
For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows.
And I pray that I may proudly hold my head up high and smile
When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile.

Edgar Albert Guest

On a personal note I had a hair appointment this week with my very wonderful hairdresser who took to heart my complaints of what my pesky hot flashes were doing to my hair. She decided to try layering my hair to make it easier to care for. It probably would be easier for most people but I forgot in my “heated” state that I have no hair skills. I was quite alarmed with the results of my own efforts this morning to take advantage of her nice cut. I was desperate enough to try to find a hat that would look decent on my head. That is a desperate move on my part as I am not a hat person. And no I won’t be posting photos of my hair until you see some shots from England. I’m hoping I can find some solutions by then. On the bright side the color is real nice! 🙂