POOCH SAYS
SEPTEMBER SONG(turn up your volume)
Autumn - the time of falling leaves, relief from summer's heat, renewed vigor for the approaching year. I hate autumn! Autumn where I live means 'nature' is shutting down and preparing to go dormant. My beloved outdoor world will soon be pushing me into the prison of my four walls. Some things newly planted a few months ago with expectations of some growth this past summer will flourish with the warmth of next spring and fulfill their promises. Others will not survive the freeze of winter. I will not know for eight months which have failed to thrive. 
The asters and mums are just coming into their glories, but the daisies, day lilies, and pinks will soon be long gone. The petunias are leggy and ugly and the zinnia leaves will soon turn brown. Gone are the hummingbirds and the butterflies will soon take wing. I will miss the flashes of color and the whirrrr of wings. I’ll have my drab colored winter-coated goldfinches, my woodpeckers, the nuthatches, the juncos, and the chickadees to keep me company now. My shade trees will no longer shelter my home. I will now count empty bird nests that will be blown away in winter gales. Leafless, they will permit the cold light of winter’s days to penetrate to my very bones. 
It’s almost time to furl my patio umbrella, bring in the outdoor furniture, stock up on birdseed, get gas and oil for the snowblower, and schedule the annual yard cleanup. Will I survive my annual attack of PSS (Post Summer Syndrome?) You betcha! Once the onslaught of Christmas catalogs ends, the good ones will begin to arrive! Forget the clothes catalogs. (I’m NOT going to look great in a bikini next year!) The nursery catalogs will arrive with the new year. Yipee! I pick and choose and then buy perennials locally at a place that has EVERYTHING! Happy Autumn to those who enjoy the season. Happy thoughts of springs to come to those don’t. May the good Lord bless and keep you until spring warms up our own little worlds. 
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