Seeing September Out

The days of September whisked by with speed that rivals flapping hummingbird wings making their way over ripening fields of soybeans in an Ohio sunset toward winter warmth and light.  Tomorrow begins the frightful month of October with Halloween and long leggity beasties and things that go bump in the night, but today it’s still September.

In September...

Pink hollyhocks twirl about tall spires

Zinnias in pink, red, orange, and cream find the autumn light

Herbs continue scenting the fall breeze

Gaillardias remind of south of the border places

While family and friends create hundreds of tamales on a single, September Saturday

A gift of bittersweet for fall decorating

And lobsters, fresh from New England waters, find their way to an Ohio dinner table

Yes, September is a fine month and I shall miss it as leaves turn, Jack Frost paints pumpkins with frost, and ghouls and goblins take over the night.