September memories of new school supplies and new beginnings. Knee socks that wouldn’t stay up.
Daydreaming when it was school time. Finding my love of reading. I liked to talk and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t.
Fall hikes. I love the leaves as they change.
The hubbub of getting four children off to school. How did we afford it? I have no idea.
Many of my best memories revolve around the Women’s Retreat. There is magic at the place in Chautauqua. Deep friendships.
The wonderful September gift of my grandson. He changed my life. I got to know him a little this Summer.
September mornings cool and quiet. September nights where the crickets sing.
September meetings where we begin to plan our commitments. Looking forward sighing.
I see a lot of school kids in town getting on the bus. Some kids don’t start till this coming Monday. Ahhhh the memories of putting my son on the bus if I was not working at 6 a.m.
Such exquisite writing, Mary Ellen. I hope you never stop talking and writing.