In my experience, people fit into two categories: those who love September with its cooler autumn temperatures, and those who arrive at this change of season against their will, bucking and straining against the winter ahead. Earlier this month, Derek Abma bemoaned the arrival of September in an Ottawa Citizen op-ed piece: “Wake me up when September ends.” My goodness, he needed a “good cheer” injection.
I fall into the first category. September is my favourite month of the year. I get more things done in September, October and November than I do the rest of the year combined. I feel a surge of energy. I tackle new projects, and I look at the old ones with renewed interest. I feel like I can do anything.
I marvel at Ottawa friends who thrive in the high heat and humidity of our summer. I wonder how they function on those drippy sweat days of sauna summer. That kind of weather saps every scintilla of motivation and spark of interest from my being. I sloth the summer away.
And then September rolls around. Kapow! Energies renewed.
When I saw the George Eliot quote on the weekend, I knew that Eliot and I would be autumn soul mates—our souls wedded with those of all others who savour delicious autumn.
If you don’t agree with me, read Derek Abma’s piece. He’s probably your soul mate: http://www.ottawacitizen.com/opinion/op-ed/Wake+when+September+ends/8879825/story.html
Posted on September 24, 2013, in Environment, Inspiration, Living life to the fullest, nature, Poetry, quote and tagged Autumn, Derek Abma, George Eliot, Ottawa, Ottawa Citizen, September. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.