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| Just a sample of the October leaves in North Carolina... |
All the world over, it's month number nine, September (which actually means seven. Right?) But numerical placement aside, "September" means different things in different places:
For instance, in Down Under Land, Austrailia, where they have lots of ancient rivers (see "An Ancient River Called the New", upper right) it has been winter all summer, so I suppose September means that spring is springing for at least some of those friendly folks below the equator. And let's see. In India where it's still Monsoon Season, it's September, too. In England where my daughter says it rains a lot, it's September, and in Russia where they have Siberia, its September, too. (I know little about Russia.) And in South America and Africa, who straddle the equator, it is also September, but with winter on one end and summer on the other.
Very interesting.
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| Yellow wild flowers growing along the river in the front yard of the cottage |
It's even September in Central Florida, where I was born and raised. And though my friend Molly tells me that "it's sort of cool here, too," I know that's not exactly true...at least not by my standards. I'm not calling my girlfriend a liar, mind you, because Molly never lies. She doesn't. (She is honest as the day is long!) But her idea of cool is "under 90 degrees". Dear sweet Molly, that's...*writer shakes her head sympathetically, "tisk, tisk, tisk"*...that's not cool.
September is not the same everywhere as it is here in North Carolina, where cool, crisp breezes whisper fall to you with the scent of ripened apples on their breath and the crunch of colorful leaves under your feet...
(Sorry. I don't mean to make you feel bad. I'm sort of bragging.) But...
I love September in the Blue Ridge Mountains! Just the thought of it lifts my spirits and makes my heart beat faster. On those first cool fall mornings as the mist rises off dry summer grasses, you can smell fall on her way. As a matter of fact, my son (who lives in Boone) called this morning and said he can smell fall in the air. He said that its cool, and that some of the leaves are already starting to change. So its official.
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| Fields across the river from the cottage's front yard |
That does it. My husband and I are going up this weekend. We're gonna smell the air. We're gonna pick up a couple of pretty red dogwood leaves off the ground below the trees. And we're going to eat dinner up there. Maybe we'll go to the Todd General Store for one of their famous hamburgers. We've never had one before, and I think a beautiful early fall day is the perfect day for a hamburger aficionado, such as myself, to have her first ever "world's best burger" (according to the mountain bikers, who know their hamburgers...) in a little General Store along the river in Todd.
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| One of the next door neighbor's little pumpkins |
Okay. So maybe you're one of those folks who is saying, "It's just September 3rd, so it is still officially summer right now." I hear you; you tell me that every year. And I do not care...'cos I tell you. In North Carolina when those first sweet, cool breezes wash their breath across my face and catch my hair in their gentle fingers, they whisper, "It's me again, your old friend, Autumn".
Welcome back, old friend.
NOTE: September 5
We did visit the cottage yesterday, and it was a crisp, clear autumn day. Gorgeous. The clear water was filled with happy canoers and rafters. Fields of wildflowers were blooming everywhere! You'll want to take a sweater.
