September

[Alison]

Reflections and musings please as we approach the new month.

[french frank]

Oh, it's a long, long time from May to December. And the days grow short when we reach September.

[ferneyhoughgeliebte]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qkc7VUxd7wQ

[EdgeleyRob]

Same s##t different month

[Alison]

Lovely month.

Now watch some b*****d spoil it.

[Petrushka]

I don't know but I generally become despondent come September. It's the end of Summer, the nights are drawing in at an alarming rate, there's a distinct chill in the air, leaves are falling off the trees and Christmas cards and mince pies appear in the shops. Yet for all that, September does have its own unique atmosphere. There's plenty of fruit, the orchestras start their new seasons and Christmas cards and mince pies appear in the shops

Any more poems about September apart from the one Strauss set in the 4 Last Songs? Didn't Betjeman do one?

[EdgeleyRob]

Oh, it's a long, long time from May to December. And the days grow short when we reach September.

Listen and weep

[Serial_Apologist]

The mean temperatures for September are the same as those for June, but in reverse order.

[ahinton]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qkc7VUxd7wQ

If nothing else, this makes September worthwhile...

[ahinton]

I don't know but I generally become despondent come September. It's the end of Summer, the nights are drawing in at an alarming rate, there's a distinct chill in the air, leaves are falling off the trees and Christmas cards and mince pies appear in the shops.

I echo your sentiments here, except that, at least where I am, summer's lease had just a date here and a date there and that chill in the air has been present at night on far too many occasions. Leaves falling off the trees and the disappearance of swallows who've probably had enough of seasonal unseasonality are indeed depressing, the former seeming like a slow death and the latter like giving up.

Yet for all that, September does have its own unique atmosphere. There's plenty of fruit, the orchestras start their new seasons and Christmas cards and mince pies appear in the shops

I've seen no mince pies in the shops yet but I did get my charity Christmas card brochure in the mail at the end of July this year; it made me wonder in what part of November I might expect to see Easter eggs in the shops.

[Historian]

A new school year still fills me with excitement. New classes to get to know, examination classes to take into a second year. Finding better, or at least different, ways to teach familiar aspects of History. Re-discovering the immense capacity of children's' minds to come up with new ideas and perspectives. There is no better job in the world. Mind you, I've just had five weeks off (although busy exam marking for a fair bit of that) but still.....

The gloss will only be partially removed by starting the year being patronised by our oleaginous Head, then being informed that our public examination results were good but not good enough and discovering the next 'big idea' which will make our lives more difficult.

Doesn't change the opening paragraph though. When I don't feel like this I know it will be time to retire, or at least change posts. Anyway, I find Autumn an enjoyable season and look forward to it, although sometimes in the slightly wistful way implied by some of the previous posts.

[greenilex]

For most of my teaching life (long and happy as it was) I had a recurring dream that I was late for the first day of the new school year. Which is scary to say the least.

Luckily since I retired that one has troubled me no further.

[Anastasius]

September to me is the start of the long slow grind downwards towards the trough-fest that is called Christmas. Short grey dreary damp days. Long dismal nights. Not as if we even have a summer worth looking forward to these years.

[Richard Tarleton]

Autumn bird migration really gets going (there's a trickle in August)

Also (yippee) the schools go back, most tourists go home, we get the place more or less to ourselves again. Instead of families with children, we move into "pensioners fortnight" - mostly couples of a certain age in sensible footwear.....

[french frank]

Any more poems about September apart from the one Strauss set in the 4 Last Songs? Didn't Betjeman do one?

Take your pick.

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