September always feels like an ending to me. The end of summer. The end of my days of freedom. The end of hot weather that I love. The end of bright green freshness. The end of my garden. The end of rampantly blooming flowers.

The end of sitting on the beach in a bathing suit. And since last year, the end of having my whole family under one roof.
I know September can be a beautiful month. The weather can continue to be warm and lush, even if mornings sometimes start of with a chill. Delicious fresh apples and concord grapes come into season.

My toes can still enjoy the fresh morning dew. But, in the back of my mind, I know that changes of the season are inevitable. For these reasons, September arrives for me with a bit of sadness in it.
*SIGH*
This September morning has me reflecting.

There is so much good in my life right now. I really shouldn’t be sighing like this at all. I get up and go to work each morning with a big dopey grin on my face. I am absolutely loving my temporary position as 6th grade math teacher. I’m feeling good physically. Got my hair cut yesterday and that is always a mental boost. In fact, my hairdresser (who I’ve been with for over 20 years, wow!) called me “hot mama math teacher” as I got out of her chair. Brought another big dopey grin to my face.
Morning is breaking into what looks like could be a truly beautiful day.

The oppressive humidity that has seized this region for the last few days has moved on and there is a new freshness in the air.
Maybe, just maybe, I could stop seeing September as an ending. Every ending brings another beginning, right?

Still trying – just like me!