Sleepy Saturday Morning

An essay in pictures

Saturday morning in late summer, when the heat still lingers in the afternoon, but the early hours give themselves to the chill that precedes the approaching autumn days. The quality of the sunlight turns golden as the days grow shorter yet more vibrant. Soon it will be time for apple-picking and carving pumpkins. September is a liminal month, straddling the line between the deep summer of August and the crisp autumn of October.

Busy bees gathering pollen ahead of the coming winter.

Green Day asked us to “Wake Me Up When September Ends” because “summer has come and passed,” but I think September might be the best month of the year. It’s a breathing space between the seasons, a moment to take a breath between the hot excess of summer and the whirlwind of the holiday season. September is an intermission.

Stained glass butterfly watches over the jalapeno plants.

As we embrace the thought of taking a deep breath, a line break between stanzas, tell me, how are you seeking solace this weekend before the leaves begin to fall?

Gidget McFidget enjoys the morning sunlight while cradled in my arms before we start our day.