I see that in a few days I’ll be able to flip the calendar to one of my favorite months. September is the start of fall and holidays and changing weather. And it was Mom’s birthday month. I think about her all the time. Photos of her are located all over my house. Her butterfly adorns my kitchen window, just as it did hers. But there is something different about September. It will always be her special month.
Mother loved fall. She loved the colors of it and the feel of it, and the relative safety of it. Spring is beautiful, but around here it can also mean devastating storms. Fall changes tend to be a little gentler and kinder.
My husband’s birthday also arrives in September. He’ll be 64 this year. Please, I beg of you, don’t tell him he’s almost ready to retire! I want him to work until he’s at least seventy. He’s in a sedentary job now, so it shouldn’t be all that difficult. Studies show that men who work longer tend to be happier and healthier than those who suddenly retire and stay home. Don’t ask me which studies…I know I’ve read it somewhere. Besides, I know their wives are happier!! J I don’t know how many times I’ve heard a woman say “He’s retired now and driving me crazy!” LOL
I bought some fall clothes in my favorite colors- brown, orange, and olive. I’ve told you before that I hate to shop, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I did my shopping online and bought five shirts, two pairs of pants, and a skirt. Just enough to add to my fall wardrobe from last year. Now I won’t have to buy anything for months and months. Well, maybe another pair of shoes, and yes, I have to go to the store for that. Yuk.
I stopped by WalMart on my way home and was happy to see that they have chrysanthemums for sale. Another lovely part of fall. I’ll buy a pot or two for the house and some for the flower beds downtown. Time to dress things up for our Heritage Day celebration coming up in October.
I’ll leave you with another funny from the lips of a child- “Mrs. Maurer, kindergarten is way harder than I thought it would be!” Amen, sweetie, amen…