Here and yonder, high and low,
Goldenrod and sunflowers glow.
–Robert Kelley Weeks (1840–76)
Seemingly overnight, September has decided to move away from summer into autumn. Tinges of red and orange fill the Hoosier state, as the burning bush, sumac, and walnut trees evolve into their cloaks of many colors.
My brother had called a few days ago, saying a neighbor's field had been newly plowed, unearthing a new supply of field stones to rim our flowerbeds. We filled our car trunks, and then set off in search of bittersweet on a dusty, isolated gravel road. A large praying mantis caught our eye; as did the yellow finch, flying on any updraft.
Nothing is as lovely as a blue-skied, cloudless September day. The warmth of the sun is still with us, yet, it's a more gentle sun, reminding us that we're moving towards the end of the year.
October is crisper, sharper, waking our senses up a little. September...sort of rolls along, still summer sleepy; taking us on a path towards autumnal hues. There is an obvious shift in season.
The air feels differently. There's a sense of expectation.
I want to make pots of soup, and bake with apples. Being outside, basking in the sun's warmth is mental and physical therapy. The dogs roll in the grass, and graze along the fence row, chewing a cud like an Indiana bovine.
Don't you adore this time of year? Every day changes because there is color in a new tree or bush. It's a nature treasure hunt. The brilliant colored mums with their rounded tops, and pumpkins on porch steps, just seem so right, following summer's jewel tones.
There's reason to get up early to go explore.
Ahhh... September, what's not to love?