September is worth celebrating! Not just because it’s my birthday month but my husband celebrates his a few days before mine too!
I found this poem by John Updike to be a lovely reflection of the feel of September where we are.
Wishing you all a fabulous September!
Photo 1: Mother cuts Chrysanthemums

September Poem by John Updike
The breezes taste
of apple peel.
The air is full
of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
burning brush,
new books, erasers,
chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
well-honeyed hum,
and Mother cuts
chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
with suds, the days
are polished with
a morning haze.
Photo 2: Yellow Chrysanthemum Buttons
