Remember this poem?
Or did you count off the months on your knuckles to see which ones had 31 days and which ones had 30 days?
Ever heard of the expression, the “ber” months? September, October, November, and December? Every year, especially after a brutal August, I am ready for the “ber” months. This year is no exception. We have had so much rain and so much heat this year, that it feels like we have been living in a tropical rain forest, but hurricane Ida blew the heat and humidity away, giving us a brief respite and a small taste of autumn. It was glorious.
I had a doctor’s appoint last Friday and now I am having emergency surgery Wednesday. That’s another story, but the doctor sent me home and told me not to do anything. No lifting, no physical activity, I was not even allowed to ride the lawn mower to cut grass! However, the following morning was so cool and refreshing I could not resist a slow and leisurely stroll down our driveway. The early signs of autumn are everywhere, I just have not been looking for them. The black walnut trees have dropped their nuts, wrapped in fat green hulls all over the ground and their leaves are showing hints of yellow. Dogwood trees are also changing, morphing from green to a dark russet red. I can smell muscadines somewhere in the woods too. They have a very distinct aroma that makes my mouth water. Along my walk I discover some Black Eyed Susans blooming profusely among the Goldenrod and Joe-Pye Weed. Further down the road, a persimmon tree is loaded with sun-kissed fruit and the branches of a honey locust tree bend beneath the weight of hundreds of long, curly seed pods. You know, old-timers used to make beer from those!
There’s another sign too, but one I cannot put words too. It’s a “feeling”. If you love the outdoors and if you love autumn, then I don’t have to explain it to you. You already know what I’m talking about.
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, with summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.” ~ Helen Hunt Jackson