September Reflections

September, to me, is achingly lovely. There’s still notes of summer that cling desperately to the air but ultimately gives way to a cooler mood; a cooler feel. The last hydrangea that once bloomed in Monet’s watercolors but brighter have finally faded away without a goodbye. Pumpkins and mums of sunny orange decorate New England Colonial porches, paired up with white rocking chairs and welcome signs inviting you to their haven, to embrace the new season of spice and sweaters and foliage reflecting off lakes. Foliage of deep scarlet, forest green, yellows like the dandelion of our youth, and orange in shades of both burnt and bright.

September with all its romance, all it’s nostalgia, its ache, it’s beauty. A postcard to a new season yet right in the intersection where summer and autumn dance elegantly and skillfully. Nostalgia brings me back every September like a message in a bottle that washes ashore. There’s a quiet sadness I find in September but also an unspeakable joy in hearth and home. There’s an abundance of vibrancy in nature’s colors that make a visual love letter. A valentine in Autumn. The poetry of Earth. The power of a new season and all the light and shade of life itself.

Nostalgia- that’s the Autumn, Dreaming through September Just a million lovely things I always will remember. Jackie Kennedy--1943