Dear September,

Dear September,

To say I am excited to see you would be an understatement. You, my friend, mark the beginning of change. Change of season, change of attitude, change in the colors outside my kitchen window.

A new box of crayons, that’s what I crave. An entire package of number two pencils. And paper clips for clipping things and a ruler for marking off the days until that first true cold snap.

The hillside is alight with wild lilies, scattered like fireworks. A final salute to summer. I marvel and wonder at such resilience.

I want time to slow, September, so that I can feel autumn arrive on my doorstep, relish time spent with friends, savor the food I eat.

Write better.

Remember more.

Dream in crayon colors.

Dance until the night becomes a brand new day.

September, what do you expect of me?

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

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Musicial Pairing:
Neil Diamond, September Morn