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September



Beautiful September!

You bring us nights with raised windows, snuggling under quilts in the wee hours.

You mark the time for sweet potatoes and cotton and corn harvested.




You remind the hummingbirds that they will have to migrate soon, over a thousand miles to places with warm winters. They know they will have to be fat for the trip, so they fight for the feeders, flashing their ruby throats for our amusement.










You sober us with the knowing--summer, the time for growing and gathering, for swimming and playing, for travel and iced tea, no matter how wonderful or fruitful it has been--summer always ends.


September. So beautiful, you strengthen us during the transition; help us face the winter that will surely come.


To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
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  1. amy in peruSeptember 9, 2010 at 11:53 PM

    what cool pictures!!! thanks for sharing!

    and thanks for stopping by my blog! we do love AO... if you ever have any questions, just let me know, I'd be glad to help if I can :)

    come back again some time! ;)

    amy in peru

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