But, it’s a long, 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 time for the waiting game.
September Song: Words by Maxwell Anderson, music by Kurt Weill
This picture has the lyrics to a different September Song…Autumn Leaves.
Of course I had to work Venice into this post…the picture above was taken mid November 2012.
For a long time this has been my favorite time of year. At least since I moved to North Carolina in September 1979. I’ve lived a lot of places since then but I still remember my first real autumn. I grew up in southern California and the closest I got to autumn leaves changing colors were the ones my grandmother wrapped in a new product (at least to us) called Saran Wrap and mailed us from Pennsylvania. In the land of no real seasons (except wild fire season) there were no falling leaves. I was never sure they were real. And then I spent my first autumn in the mountains of western North Carolina…the Great Smokies and every time I turned a corner I saw a tree that took my breath away.
Although I now live in western Washington and we don’t have quite the same fall color there is something in the air that tells us it is autumn. I mean other than the fact that it gets dark earlier.
My Italian class had a Festa (party) on Labor Day at a friends house. What follows are a few of my beginning of autumn photos for this year.
And that blur in the distance is….a Washington State Ferry
We were graced with a golden sunset
And now a few pictures from my own patio where the petunias have been replaced by mums, ornamental peppers and flowering kale.
Of course we need to include Diavolo
And after a mostly gray day the sun makes an appearance just as it sets and my hanging baskets cast interesting shadows on the wall.