September first marks the official end of summer for me. And for once the weather forecast is cooperating with highs at 90 and lows at 60 for next week. Not much chance of rain, but I’ll accept the lower temperatures as a promise of better days ahead. I suppose in a few years I might be tempted to remember this summer as the summer of the drought. Or the summer of the hurricanes. Or the summer of record heat and discomfort. But I think I shall choose to remember it as the summer of the painted buntings. Or the summer of the lost cockatiel. Or the summer of sunflowers. Whatever we choose to recall, it is behind us now and I look forward to fall.
September brings our annual county teachers’ meeting which I attended this morning. Always a pleasant occasion as we meet to hear a motivational speaker and applaud the teachers and administrators chosen to represent us as the best of the best. Great to see familiar faces from other schools and remember we are all facing the same challenges.
I always think of September as “Mother’s month” because it was her birthday month and fall was her favorite time of year. She loved the changes in the weather and the fall colors and the beginning of the holidays. She loved school and crayons and children.
September also marks my husband’s birthday. This will be number sixty-eight for him. I suppose that was big number for previous generations, but I can’t really think of either of us as truly old when my eighty-one year old father is still healthy and active. Gary is descended from several ancestors who lived to be 100, so I plan to have him around to nag for quite a few more years. Our fortieth anniversary is on the spring horizon.
September is the month for changes…and I’m ready for some.
Hope you had a great day!