Saturday, September 15, 2007


It's a beautiful September day. There's a clear blue sky and it's 53 degrees outside--a little cool for September, but a chance to wear a favorite sweater and look forward to fall. I'm wearing the cotton and silk cardigan that I knit and sewed together over the summer. As long as I'm wearing it, I may have to go visit the yarn store this afternoon and show it off.

My son and I made a quick visit to the farmer's market this morning. We were too late for the donuts he was craving--donuts made on the spot, in the church basement, and rolled in large dishpans of cinnamon sugar. Eat one, and you can actually feel the jolt when the sugar hits your brain. A half dozen is plenty for this household. One is plenty for me.

There were people everywhere as we drove from the farmer's market to the bread store where Kurt got honey wheat bread as a substitute for the donuts. At the stop light, I waited and waited to turn right. Waited for parents with small children to cross in front of my car. For couples and singles with bags of produce and armloads of gladiolas from the market. For a whole field hockey team, walking towards the high school where there's a big tournament this weekend. They were tall and strong and far more attractive than any teenage girl pop star.

The maple tree by the garage is starting to change from green to gold. I woke for the first time this morning at 6:30, when the sun was still low in the sky. The leaves that fill the view from my bedroom window were a dull green. But at 8:00, with the sun on them, the maple leaves were that glorious subtle mixture of green and gold that can only be seen in September.

I want so much not to waste days like this. I think to myself, we should be off camping. We should be outdoors enjoying ths best of all possible months with every inhalation. Energized by the clear air, I should be upstairs cleaning out the attic, or in the yard, pulling weeds to make way for chrysanthemums and daffodil bulbs.

Why does September perfection prompt so many "shoulds"? Today is a blessing, a gift from God's grace. Whatever I do this afternnon--and I probably won't clean the attic or clean up the yard--whatever I do with this sweet day, the warm sunshine, the quietly dancing leaves, the snap in the air, the energy all around--God made them to give me joy.

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