It was a big summer; with big sunshine and big temperatures and a big drought that will live long in the memory. And there you have it, past tense. A big summer it was, but now summer into autumn has slipped and this year’s transition is sudden and tangible.

The Monster’s September song…

September, the great misplaced misnomer of the calendar year, tripping softly off the tongue, ripening memories of the big summer that was , safe that come the darker days September will fete us something to remember. And so we’ll gather, and collect, and store-up, and we’ll treasure the harvest just as we’ll harvest the treasures from the big summer that was, and mindful too that just as every gardener and grower begins the process of reaping and gathering, nature herself actually begins the cycle again, for come September and nature begins sowing again, scattering her seeds abroad, and therein next summer is already sown…