Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Try To Remember the Kind of September . .

..When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.

Nothing in the world moves me like Autumn. I'm revived and joyful, ready to work hard, ready to learn. I guess that comes from my love of school all through my life, which lingers on as I read and write books and revel in research, (a mouthful there.)

And well, the joy of seeing my lovely children get on the school bus once again. BYE NOW!! Air kisses blown on the breeze in extreme gratitude to the teachers who will now take over their days and leave me free to write!

Autumn is for blondes. Remember when we used to get our colors done? Guess what? I'm an Autumn. I can even wear ORANGE!

One of my favorite scenes from one of my own books is a pumpkin carving scene with all the women in Talk of the Town. I seem to use fall often in my books come to think of it. There was a fall wedding in Hysterical Blondeness, and after the wild, romantic antics of The Forever Summer came the hero and heroine reuniting in September.

So here's to Autumn and my new adventures, whatever they will be. If you have September stories to tell, be my guest~!


Kimberly Fisk said...

I'm with you--I LOVE autumn. The final vibrant colors of my garden, the perfect weather (because everyone knows September is the most glorious month in the Pacific Northwest). And then there is the coming rain. Call me weird, but I LOVE the rain. Especially at night when I lay awake and listen to it pounding outside against my roof. Oh, and I can get the crockpot out again. Nothing makes my life easier than throwing dinner in first thing in the morning and then PRESTO!! all done and ready to go at six o'clock. (I'm pathetically easy to please!! LOL LOL)

Suzanne Macpherson said...

Hot Cider, gingerbread, these are the good things of life.