September.

Do you remembah... It was the 21st night of Septembah...

September. We're in it!

Thanks for the nice comments, by the way. Fist bump emoji to my blog buddies. I'm doing fine. Making progress, moving forward. Getting out of bed every day. Feeding kids every day. Feeding myself every day. Gold star!

So anyway, I love September. I love so many things about it, including but not limited to the songs "September" and "September Morn," but my favorite thing is the beginning of a new season. I love the changing seasons, warts and all. I particularly love the beginning of each season. I love the anticipation and reflection and tradition. 

And because we live in a place chock-full of deciduous trees (see, even if I can't keep tomato plants alive, I do know fancy words like deciduous), there's no mistaking what season it is. Green, orange, brown, pink, back to green. A fresh start every 3 months. There's nothing like it.