The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.

 ~ From the longer poem“The Falcon of Sir Federigo” from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “Tales of a Wayside Inn”

Fall is coming

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

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

Excerpts from Helen Hunt Jackson’s “September”

Keep calm

Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.

~  William Wordsworth, “September”

I like the line “Unfaded, yet prepared to fade” best. That about describes the leaves here. Some are just starting to turn, but it will be weeks yet before it truly looks and feels fallish. Of course, fall doesn’t officially begin until September 22 this year. But I like September as the turning point, the promise that cooler weather is coming. I’m not too eager for turning leaves and such, though I’ll enjoy then when that happens (I love the beauty, but I’m sad that it heralds the leaves turning loose all too soon). But I am looking forward to some coolness!

September used to mark the start of school, but the schools started here in early August. Since all of mine are out of school, it doesn’t affect me much any more except for trying to avoid roads in school zones at certain times a day. But I remember having mixed emotions when my kids started back: glad for a bit more structured schedule, but not looking forward to the busy-ness; glad to have the house to myself for a few hours a day, but missing their companionship.

For many, September marks the beginning of football season and pumpkin-spiced everything. We’re not big into football, but we’re in the middle of UT Vols territory, and last year we did watch a few games. I like pumpkin pie, bread, cookies, etc., but not pumpkin flavored drinks. Bleah! 🙂

September 1 is also my anniversary of contracting transverse myelitis. Hard to believe it’s been 31 years now! It started with one arm feeling a little funny, like I’d slept on it wrong. Within just a few hours that arm and both legs and my lower torso were numb. That was one of the longest days of my life, with going to one ER, being sent to a doctor’s office only to find they didn’t work with our insurance, to going to another ER and finally being admitted around 10 p.m. (it had all started around 7 a.m. or so). It was a scary time, not knowing what I’d get back and how I’d be able to function in my family. But, thank God, though there are a number of little residual symptoms, I can walk and basically have been able to do what I needed to do as a wife and mom. I wouldn’t want to go through it again, but I am so thankful for God’s nearness and help and all He taught me through it.

4 thoughts on “September

  1. Oh, what a lovely post! I LOVE September and really enjoyed reading the September poetry. My birthday is September 3rd, so, I suppose that is why it holds such a precious place in my heart! So happy to visit with you today, but so sorry to know of the awful health issues you have had to endure. May God bless you and send the healing you need.

  2. Wonderful pictures! Love the poetry, too. What a lovely way to start the month! I’ve never tasted “pumpkin spiced” anything–except for pies. I’m wondering if it’s worth all the hype? I guess I’ll find out someday. :o) Thank you for your testimony about God’s goodness to you. You are a blessing to so many people.

  3. Thank you for sharing these lovely poem excerpts and photos, Barbara. I’m sad that you experienced such a fright, but thankful for God’s grace as you walked through the healing journey.

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