September

[Barbirollians]

I tend to think that how one approaches September can be influenced by how the summer has been - an OK June and July followed by a cold wet August does tend to make September a less attractive proposition than after a long hot summer like 2013 .

I am very much a spring and summer person but this year I feel a little less down about it than usual - an Indian summer would however be very welcome .

[cloughie]

I don't care what the weatherman says it's not Autumn 'til the equinox.

[Anastasius]

I don't care what the weatherman says it's not Autumn 'til the equinox.

Autumn started around July 7th this year.

[ahinton]

Autumn started around July 7th this year.

It started earlier than that where I am and was punctuated by a handful of odd summer days as though by some unintended meteorological oversight.

[Barbirollians]

I fear we are about to see the old Dinah Washington song come true here

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcNFTSxcLG8

[Mary Chambers]

September is my favourite month, has been for most of my life. I see it as the start of everything, not an ending. I'm sure this dates back to schooldays and the start of the academic year. Unlike some, I always loved the excitement of going back to school - and I was also always glad when my children went back to school, though for rather different reasons. It's usually the start of the concert season, too. I was married in September, my first child was born in September (not the same one).

Then there are (or were) Michaelmas daisies, apples ripening, late flowers, gilding leaves, Harvest Festival which I adored. "We plough the fields and scatter the good seed on the land....". I am always relieved to see the end of summer, my least favourite season. I like the shortening days!

I suppose there are less enjoyable sides to this wonderful month. The second world war started in September 1939. I existed in utero on that day, but was not yet born. Also, as others have mentioned, it does herald the panic of looming Christmas, and all the attendant hysteria. On the whole, though, there are few disadvantages. Welcome, September!

[ahinton]

September is my favourite month, has been for most of my life. I see it as the start of everything, not an ending.

I'm glad that you do; I wish that I could share such a viewpoint!

I was married in September, my first child was born in September (not the same one).

!!!

Then there are (or were) Michaelmas daisies, apples ripening, late flowers,

Well, that's OK, of course - but the falling leaves, shortening amounts of daylight and even less clement weather than I've experienced during most of what passed for smmer this year are all things that depress.

Harvest Festival which I adored. "We plough the fields and scatter the good seed on the land....".

Round where I am (and no doubt in many other rural areas that were once agriculture dependant) it's more a question of farm businesses going bust or winding up, especially dairy ones.

I am always relieved to see the end of summer, my least favourite season. I like the shortening days!

Then we must fundamentally agree fundamentally to disagree!

[Mary Chambers]

Well, that's OK, of course - but the falling leaves, shortening amounts of daylight and even less clement weather than I've experienced during most of what passed for smmer this year are all things that depress.


Round where I am (and no doubt in many other rural areas that were once agriculture dependant) it's more a question of farm businesses going bust or winding up, especially dairy ones.



Then we must fundamentally agree fundamentally to disagree!

It looks that that way. I get depressed, too - in summer. I just don't enjoy summer. I think it must be too extrovert for me! I hate heat (when we get any), and there is a sort of emptiness about the season that gets me down.

I take your point about farms (if people won't pay proper prices for milk what do they think will happen?), but fortunately it isn't all farms. I have often pointed out to urban-based people who hate autumn that things are not really dying. They are just resting. The trees will have leaves again next year. The seeds and bulbs under the ground will burst into life. I am sure that, since you appear to live in a rural area, you are aware of all that.

It's still the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness to me, and I find it beautiful.

[ahinton]

I have often pointed out to urban-based people who hate autumn that things are not really dying. They are just resting. The trees will have leaves again next year. The seeds and bulbs under the ground will burst into life. I am sure that, since you appear to live in a rural area, you are aware of all that.

And of course logic and precedent determines that you are right; it's just that, to me, it feels like the very opposite!

It's still the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness to me, and I find it beautiful.

Well, that's good - but I fear that most of those beauties - especially the wretched mists - are largely lost on me! That said, I suppose that we are slowly departing from any palpable sense of "seasonality", not only because the ever more widely changing climate determines such departure but also because efforts to cut down on food miles have prompted experimental and forward-thinking arable farmers who haven't had the misfortune to go bust in the meantime to try to extend various crop production times (berries, asparagus et al) so as to widen their windows of availability (and I'm not talking GM practices here!); perhaps the ever perceptive Sacheverell Sitwell was prescient in entitling one of his early books All Summer in a Day almost 90 years ago...

[Roehre]

September is my favourite month, has been for most of my life. ...
Then there are (or were) Michaelmas daisies, apples ripening, late flowers, gilding leaves, Harvest Festival which I adored. "We plough the fields and scatter the good seed on the land....". I am always relieved to see the end of summer, my least favourite season. I like the shortening days!....

Welcome, September!

I look forward to winter time. Long evenings to devote to long musical works not being distracted by light or loud people.
Curling up with hot cocoa or a nice glass (whisk(e)y, wine, brandy...)

and as a consequence I don't like lengthening of the days, especially from approx mid March onwards, the more because of that most awful of time-tinkering imaginable: Summer Time

[Roehre]

It looks that that way. I get depressed, too - in summer. I just don't enjoy summer. I think it must be too extrovert for me! I hate heat (when we get any), and there is a sort of emptiness about the season that gets me down. ....

That makes two of us

[verismissimo]

After the boys of summer have gone...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo_5DLYR4WM

[ahinton]

I look forward to winter time. Long evenings to devote to long musical works not being distracted by light or loud people.
Curling up with hot cocoa or a nice glass (whisk(e)y, wine, brandy...)

and as a consequence I don't like lengthening of the days, especially from approx mid March onwards, the more because of that most awful of time-tinkering imaginable: Summer Time

With this last I really do agree with you. What's the point of it? Whom does or can it benefit? Who pays for the costs to which it gives rise? (which are admittedly not as great as once they were, given that far more timepieces of various kinds self-adjust to accommodate this absurd ritual). Just as Jesus didn't save with the Halifax, it is not possible to "save" daylight, so the once much-vaunted expression "daylight saving time" (which thankfully has sensibly bitten the dust these days) was a risible misnomer. UK should be on European Standard Time all year long, as indeed shold be the rest of Europe.

[french frank]

This week the boilerman cometh, next week the sweep, all in cosiness for the winter. Cheerful logs aflame, curtains drawn, books and music …

[Padraig]

This week the boilerman cometh, next week the sweep, all in cosiness for the winter. Cheerful logs aflame, curtains drawn, books and music …

We've had the first two, f f, we await the rest, and without the looming shadow of the classroom grindstone - a fate shared by mere infants and Mary! their mums.

http://www.poetrynook.com/poem/wee-hughie