Is that Fall I can smell in the air??? By Jove, I think it is! It is the first of September after all.
Is it just me or does it seem school begins earlier and earlier every year? When I was a kid September meant back to school. Not August.
Not that I'm complaining about school recommencement moving up. I always loved the beginning of school. No, really! I didn't realize that other kids viewed summer as "vacation". For me and my siblings, summer was unpaid slave labor season. School was a welcome respite from the multiple and spacious gardens my mom grew every year.
Don't get me wrong; I sure appreciated all those vegetables and character-building moments... Well... Maybe I didn't exactly appreciate them back then... But come on, what kid wants to wake up before 5 am every morning to work? Not this kid.
Every September is a trip down memory lane. There are so many sights, sounds, and smells (especially the smells!) that make me think of younger, simpler, more enchanting days. Besides going back-to-school, September makes me think about:
*No. 2 pencils
*khaki pants and penny loafers
*Cherry Springs and all the beautiful mountain trees blushing with fall-ish shades
*my little brother, Colin, who was born on Labor Day (ironic, much?)
*the State Fair and Tiger Ears and Farr's bubble gum ice cream cones
*pumpkin baked goods
*my mom wearing her apron and canning up a storm in a too-small and too-hot kitchen
*crisp cool mornings and evenings
*Homecoming parades and football games
What memories, sights, and smells does magical September conjure up for you???