I love September. My birth month, I have loved it since the days that it brought balloons and streamers, cake and gifts. It always meant new beginnings. New school, new teacher, and best of all, brand new school supplies. *sigh* I still get a thrill from the notebooks and pencils that are offered for me to fill with new words and ideas.
September is a good month for family. I spent precious time with my sisters. We went to the fair. We roamed through booths selling fattening food and 'can't-live-without' products. We admired the calves and the lambs and reminisced about our days on the farm. We sampled perfume and chocolate and stayed up late talking and laughing.
|Who doesn't need a brick of curly fries?|
|If the Handy Man ever leaves me, I can always|
call Creepy the Clown.
|I should've taken a picture BEFORE we|
ate half of it. (It was a funnel cake.)
|My favorite women.|
September is a good month for celebrating. The Handy Man took me out (twice). We went to dinner and a movie, and then to lunch on my actual birthday. He loves spoiling me and I love letting him. He gave me my best gift. A new set of scriptures. My others were a decade old and showing their age. He bought me some that have larger print,(that my younger self would have scoffed at, but that my more mature self appreciates very much). I love the clean pages that are just waiting for me to read and mark.
September is a good month for healing. Healing my toe-- which is better, but really ugly. Healing hearts from past hurts. Looking forward to better days.
|This picture really doesn't do it justice.|
The colors are so vibrant.
Mother Nature loves September, too. She dresses her in her finest colors and blesses us with the cool, crisp mornings and warm, lazy afternoons. It's like she's taking a breath, a short break between the sweltering summer and the harsh winter ahead.
It's a good month to sit back, relax and enjoy.