“September Song” composed by Kurt Weill with lyrics by Maxwell Anderson and sung by Frank Sinatra aptly describes this year’s last Sunday in September:
“Oh, it’s a long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got the time for the waiting game”
And when a lovely September day in the Finger Lakes comes along, one doesn’t waste it by staying indoors. Along the outlet of Canandaigua Lake near Lyons, the corn planted in the flood plane is doing well and beginning to ripen. But in a field just a little ways over from the flood plane, the corn is only three feet tall, stunted by the dryness of July and August.
The water in the Canandaigua outlet flows smoothly in the early afternoon sun as it makes its way towards the Eire Canal in Lyons but then glistens in the sun when it passes over some rocks up stream.
“Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you”
Ah September, she’s such a beautiful mistress!