Our month of change. Our month of happy change.
Once more we can stand the thought of wearing a sweater as the
summer sun burns itself down. Once again we can think about a new
year at school, a new teacher. Once again, the house is ours … and
quiet during the day.
September.
In the forest, the animals are polishing antlers, sleeking muscles
for the mating ruts to come, marking their territories. The
deciduous trees are showing those awesome changes of color as the
mountains become a splendid quilt of temporary beauty.
September.
A resting time for the older folks. They can sit on the patio now
even in the afternoons. It’s a time for barbecued ribs and football,
and picking fruit. On the farms, the canning pots are boiling with
treasures for the coming winter.
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September.
Time for the fall gather. Time to see what’s out in those far
pastures. Time to brand and work any late calves. Time to sort those
who will stay and those who will go to the sale. Time to make money
for the ranch.
September.
Time to sit and sip something hot and think about things past and
yearn for certain future things and to plan … plan how we can finish
this year in a better fashion than last year.
Aaaah! September!
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Brought to you by The Long Dark, a novel about winter in a small
Alaska village. Available at Amazon.com.
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