Can someone tell me when September happened?
Seriously, where did the summer go?
After being "unplugged" in the wine country for four days, September snuck up on me!
September has always represented that back to school mentality to me.
Even though I'm not going back to school, it still gives me that little bit of anxiety.
And sadness. Sad that summer is coming to an end.
"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."
John Updike, September
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