September is a glorious month. I have always wished my birthday was in September instead of February. When I was a child September was my favorite month because we were able to fianlly return to school after working with my Dad all summer AND because I got to pick new school clothes out of the JC Penny catalog; what a treat!
In Hinckley, they would burn the ditches in September and I loved that smell (I know, weird, huh?). I also loved as the leaves began to turn red, gold and brown and the way the sun would sift through those colors. My favorite fall chore was raking leaves and jumping in the piles (an important part of the job). That smell of the crushed, dried leaves stays with me still. I really can't explain what it is about the cooler evenings and the shorter days because I don't like winter at all, but I dearly love September.
Maybe it has something to do with harvesting the garden, picking the peaches, gathering all safely in. I enjoy the beautifully-colored jars of fruits, jams, pickles, salsa and relishes decorating my countertop before I put them away for the winter. Actually, it probably has more to do with wearing jackets and fall fashions...now where's that catalog!?
P.S. I also LOVE Neil Diamond's "September Morn", it transports me to a September many years ago when my new fall clothes took me back to school in college...oh happy, happy memories.