In Hancock and Waldo Counties

September is the poignant month. It's when warm Summer slips away and increasingly chilly dawns foretell what is to come.

September is notable for being a favorite of artists. Paul Emile Chabas, in his painting September Morn, uses that rising sun to gild the innocence of a young woman bathing near the shore.

Amy Lowell, in her poem Late September, senses the “tang of fruitage in the air” and, in Earth, Wind & Fire’s September, the month is when “golden dreams were shiny days.”

And, of course, in Maxwell Anderson's allegorical lyrics to September Song, the month becomes human as “the days grow short” and “one hasn’t the time for a waiting game.”

Yes, the days start to get shorter and shorter and cooler and cooler in September. But, there is recompense for those changes here: the dawns and sunsets get more and more beautiful and more precious.

Between sunrise and sunset, September’s shiny days are filled with activity; there’s no waiting game. First, there’s work, including fishing and mowing.

There also are many country fairs for play and education.

There even are vintage car rallies and historic schooner sail-ins.

Although few of our trees have yet to change dramatically in September, many of our Wood Ducks already have emerged from their summer molts and regained their unique splendor during this short month.

September also is a time for us to change our perspectives, even if we cannot regain the beauty of youth.

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Barbara and Dick