It's September 1, and it's time for me to face facts.
It's September 1.
Winter is coming.
And there is nothing I can do about it.
But, in the meantime, we are sheltered from winter by fall. Still, it's the end of summer, and it's the crossover season. It's the time when zucchini coexists in the farm markets with winter squash. Muskmelons coexist with apples.
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| Pictures taken between 8-24-22 and 8-28-22 |
People start to decorate with corn stalks, gourds, multicolored corn, and pumpkins.
It's time to celebrate the colors of winter squash.
How about some yellow pumpkins?
Or white pumpkins and butternut squash, with the stripes of delicata squash (top right) and the darker brown of honeynut squash (bottom right).
Other people mark the season in other ways, especially parents of school aged children. I remember those days. Our schools here start later than in most parts of the country, but we'll be seeing those school buses and flashing school zone lights next Thursday.
I'm trying hard this year to avoid the kicking and screaming I normally do (in my head, anyway) and celebrate the (hopefully, soon) end of the hot weather.
Where did the time go? What happened to all my plans I never got around to?
How do you feel about the first of September?
I love summer, but I’m ready to move forward into fall
ReplyDelete...I went to the public market in downtown Rochester this morning.
ReplyDeleteSummer was a blip. I stalled out somewhere around June 20. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteWell, I've been in school for almost a month now, so I'm not really feeling September.
ReplyDeleteMary suddenly perks up on September 1. She feels the season change and she gets chattier and talks more about doing stuff. Most of the summer, she's read books and played Candy Crush...
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