September is a month where the change of the seasons makes me feel a little bit unsettled and it has to be said, not particularly glad. I am a Summertime girl and at this time of year the slow descent from Summer into Autumn makes me feel a weeny bit bleugh. I can see Autumn creeping in with the early morning mists, feel it taking hold with the drop in temperature, and yet I am not ready to give up on Summer just yet. I re-paint my toe nails a pretty summery pink and defiantly keep my flip flops on throughout September. After all, this month really IS still Summer (it is, it is, its is, stamping flip-flopped foot with authority) at least until the Autumn Equinox on the 23rd.
I can see why so many people love Autumn though, the season brings with it a certain atmospheric beauty and the quality of the light, especially in the early mornings and early evenings, is often breathtakingly beautiful. Yes, I'll give it that.
We've had some very lovely late summery weather here in my patch during this past week, with clear blue skies and warm sunshine. I have thoroughly approved, and have felt relieved and happy as I've gone about my busy days.
One of the things I really enjoy about the return to school after the long summer holidays, is the return of my daily walking routine. We became rather lazy and house-bound during the end of the summer holidays, staying close to home and not venturing out at all from day to day unless we absolutely had to. Really, it was a miracle that the school uniform, multiple pairs of footwear and hair cuts happened at all, given that nobody ever wanted to go anywhere. It was a major effort to organise a ten minute walk to the shops. I loved the homeliness of our holiday routines at the time, but now I am back out and about every day, I realise how much I have missed walking.
It's the same every year, I remember writing about this very thing last September. The joy at walking the Long Way home just for the pleasure of being out and about in the fresh air. Strolling along the canal tow path, taking in the still-green of the trees, the light and colours of the slowly changing seasons. And trying to summon up some gladness for it all.
I can confirm that sunshine most definitely helps in the search for gladness. Even the sight of those treetops changing from green to orange made me happy against the brilliant blue of a sunny (late summer) sky.
One really great, heart-skippy thing about this time of year is the appearance of Dahlias on the market, oh happy day!
The plant stall has moved to the top of the high street which makes it a bit out of my way these days, so I need to remind myself to walk up there for flowers. Yesterday morning I wasn't disappointed, in fact I was rather overcome with happiness at the sight of those buckets brimming with floral colour.
I treated myself to two bunches, one for home and one for my studio, the stems tied up with brown string and wrapped up in stripy paper. Dahlias are most definitely a very good reason to love September.