Ah, September’s song (click here). It is a time when the days dwindle down to a precious few. A time when the sun slips behind the Bristol hills earlier and earlier. On most nights now it isn’t even worthwhile to get out of my easy chair after dinner to do something outside before it gets dark. Why can’t I get motivated? I have whole list of things that need to be done before winter sets in – the garage doors need painting, the remnants of this summer’s garden need to be cleaned up. The bare spots in the lawn should be seeded followed by a final application of fall fertilizer. My list of things that need to be done keeps growing larger and larger as the days grow shorter and shorter.
But why is it that my ambition seems to follow the length of the shortening days? I used to be able to rise to the occasion and in a mighty burst of energy, finish off those fall tasks which were on my mind. But now, I’d rather be outside taking a long walk in the woods or along a stream, looking at the turning leaves, or watching one of our spectacular sun sets in the Finger Lakes. Is it because my belly is full of tomatoes and sweet corn from our bountiful Finger Lakes harvest?
There are mums to be planted in front of the house and decorations of pumpkins and scarecrows to be set up before Halloween. But all the energy that I can muster up is tied to the thought of a piece of home baked pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top and a cup of hot coffee in my Jack’s Grill mug.
I sometimes think that I am disintegrating into a useless pile of compost.
“Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you
These precious days I’ll spend with you.”