Thursday, September 01, 2005
August is over, and thank God for that. I know it is still 100 degrees and red-level polluted, but the psychological difference between August and September is huge. Just the word "August" sounds hot. "September" on the other hand is a cool, crisp word. September promises falling temperatures and the beginning of the State Fair and migrating birds and the happy day I can finally make blackberry cobbler. September is good. In anticipation of fall, the new leaves on our Japanese Maple are a lovely shade of burgundy. And the very best thing about September is that it is almost October.