September, my favorite month !

The leaves not yet red, orange, nor yellow.

I sit silently watching and barely moving as the colors seem like they're about to burst!

The air smells different and the light in the sky reflects a gentle haze on the treetops.

My heart waits in anticipation of barnyard animals and fairground cotton candy, fries,

and gooey sandwiches. Oxen pulls, sheep shearing and funny chickens are all coming

my way.

The river nearby flows and flowers along the way are beginning to turn rusty and

brown. Overhead the sound of summer birds grows faint...

Like some good "ole" fashion handclapping gospel music in the background

September's amber glow gleans a little bit of sorrow, remembrance, and hope...

William W. Webster &Family get ready for the "Big E"