September's Song

So now comes September and she is singing her song. I love fall and relish the promise of cooler days and evenings. I have lived all over the country in my life. North, South, East and West. I spent a good bit of the time in states that really didn't have leaves that changed color; they just kind of dropped , leaving the trees suddenly naked without so much as a petticoat of orange, yellow, brown, red and green. I remember when my children were very small and we were living in Orlando. I was So homesick - and I missed the very smell of autumn. We had a fireplace but who really needs a fireplace in Orlando?! So lonely was I for my family and my favorite season, that I had the kids gather up every stick in the yard and from the neighborhood. It became a treasure hunt of sorts. They had their little wagon and brought home a bumper crop of twigs & small branches. I crumpled up newspaper, turned the thermostat on frigedaire cold and started a fire. Now mind you, it was near November and it was over 80 degrees. Once the fire was roaring good, I had the kids go outside to smell an honest to goodness fireplace fire. It didn't last long. But they still remember that, the hot cocoa I made them and how all our neighbors always thought me a bit odd. Oh yes, those folks knew me well. That crazy woman that throws un birthday parties for the neighborhood kids because it is someone's birthday somewhere.

So now comes September. Soon, Luscious Larry and I will take the short drive to Lovers Leap and Mabry Mill (which is pictured above) in Virginia. It is a glorious drive through the Blue Ridge Parkway. We will go and visit friends in Roanoke and take a picnic lunch.

Friday nights mean high school football. Even though our birds have left the nest, there is something still exciting about high school football. Nothing is better than hot dogs from the concession stand. We live in a small town, so we know most of the families. We make the rounds of the schools in our county and in the surrounding Virginia counties too, since my dear husband is a Virginian and played football in school.

So now comes September. She is singing her song. She is sharing her beauty, her fragrance, her promises, her memories and it is heady.

Galatians 6:9 -And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season, we shall reap, if we faint not.