If it weren’t for its proximity to October, which is when things start going downhill, September would easily be my favorite month. Weather-wise, I mean. Hey, I’m from Michigan.
A lovely month, wherever you live. Neither too hot nor too cold, Monsoon ought to be wrapping up, and the ground takes advantage of all that wet stuff to do something besides make mud.
Daisies Over the Leach Field, an annual occurrence
I’m gonna go play in it. Get thee hence and do the same, or the terrorists have won or something. Because that gloomy bastard Sean Bean was right about one thing, Winter is coming.
