Friday Five: September

Headquarters for me is the northeast of the United States. Here school is getting back in session, the tease of autumn is in the air (or the hope for the tease of autumn is in the air) and church life is gearing up to full throttle.

One thing I've learned with blogging and social media is that the where I live is not necessarily where you live. And so I want to know what September means to you, in your place of the world and time in your life.

This week's Friday Five is:

What are 5 things that the beginning of September mean to you?

1. Relief from long hot steamy weather....which I love, but am always ready to move from summer to autumn.

2. Apples, September is apple season where I live, particularly picked fresh from a local orchard. I like sweet apples for slicing and eating with lunch or in my breakfast yogurt, and tart apples for baking.

3. Start up of fall programs and events at the church, and a return to a more formal worship with choir and longer sermon, vestments and chanting the Eucharistic prayer.

4. Time still moves relatively slow in September but the early morning chill reminds me that the busy, fast moving winter seasons are coming...and so, September is an opportunity to remember to rest and breath.

5. The changing light as the sun moves south casting shadows. A sun that has not gone so far south as to lose it's heat, still warm even as the air has a chill.

Bonus: What's one thing you could do without? Yellow jackets craving liquids, buzzing all over?



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Comments

Lisa :-] said…
Do you really think winter is a fast-moving season? I see it as just the opposite. Summer is hot and hyper and frenetic, a time to squeeze the most out of every minute of daylight and fair weather. And winter is the time to slow down, curl up and, well, hibernate. Which is why, as I age, I'm becoming much more of a fall/winter person than a summer person.

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