Thursday, 1 September 2011

September Love

September Isle of Wight

I adore September.  For me, it always feels like a fresh start and a new beginning. School, college, resolutions, new projects. My chalk boards will have lots of lists on them.

Don't forget


 I am going to learn how to crochet.

Crochet

September is also a time for wanting to start winding down: clearing up the garden, putting all the summer toys into the shed and chopping and clearing over enthusiastic plants, though not too much as the creatures like it.

Frog

Bird Cage

I wonder how many more weeks I can put washing out on the line as the air increasingly feels damp. This year I am going to try to dry as much as possible in the airing cupboard so I don't have to use the dreaded dryer!

Pegs

Each Thursday I have decided to find a few appropriate verses from poems or songs. Seasonal poems remind me of being at primary school, learning such rhymes, writing them up and finally decorating with a picture border. I'm not a poetry expert, far from it but each night before Little Bird's bedtime story we read a short poem. Sometimes they are funny or sad and we always end up having a short discussion about it afterwards. 

September by Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)

The golden rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkwees
It's hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.

But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.

'T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

Horseshoe

Happy September x

9 comments:

elaine rickett said...

I must admit if the weather is nice September is my favourite month - love that poem, wish I had someone to read poetry to me before I went to sleep!

PhotoPuddle said...

Let me know how you get on with the crochet. I tried to teach myself but failed miserably.

Happy September to you!!

A tale from toadstool house said...

Hi there,found your lovely blog through blog hopping from Vanessa at coco rose. I love that frog picture and the poem. Good luck with the crochet.I started last year and love it! take care,juliexx

Mummy Boo Bear said...

I have to say from now on is usually my favourite time of the year. I really am a Autumn/Winter girl. I love spring too but summer I have always struggled with. Although this year its not been too bad, possibly because of the non starter summer! lol.

Good luck with the crocheting. Once you start you will be hooked excusing the pun.

Love that poem. Its so true too!


MBB x

Melksham Mum said...

Love, love, love September especially when chilly and bright.I am planing on returning to knitting in my shack in the garden, with a thick woolly jumper on!
By the way, you take such beautiful pics for your blog x

greenthumb said...

Good luck with the crochet, I can't do it, to hard for me. Have a good weekend.

TheMadHouse said...

I have just discovered your blog and so agree with you about September, it feels more like a new year than Jan 1st does to me

Charis said...

What a lovely post!

And the poem sums up September perfectly!

@MeAndMyLottie said...

I'd love to learn to crochet, how are you getting on? Is it hard? x

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