We know that in September we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.” – Henry Rollins
I love this quote – it beautifully captures the essence of September. Whisps of summer entwine with the promise of autumn as one slips into another. Days of warm sun are tempered by cool breezes and chilly nights. The vegetation absorb golden hues of the sun and slowly fade to bronze. Summer’s petals drop and seed heads become the flowers of fall, featuring texture in lieu of color. Birds feeding upon the seeds replace the busy bees drinking nectar.
The summer scene is familiar, but tarnished and bronzed and now it glows with a light all its own in preparation for the glorious autumn. Leaves are growing restless and some are tiring of green. Mist creeps in overnight and hovers along the rivers and low places in the early morning, eager for the best seats to watch the sunrise before surrendering to the delicious warmth.
It’s one of my favorite times of year – when the world slows down to savor the fruits of summer and to anticipate the coming glory.
Blessings to you,