With a list to use, the writers came up with poems, musings, stories, some humor, and even a recipe!


golden rod
queen anne's lace
chrysanthemums (mums)
rolls of hay
birds on the wing
leaves on the pond
sweaters and jackets
nannies in the park
acorns
apples and butternut squash









September Somewhere

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


Mama get the sweaters and jackets
Hang ‘em on the line to sun,
Been a long time since we could wear ‘em
When it was cool enough for fun.


Can we hit the highway this weekend,
Down the back roads of 281,
Marvel at round rolls of hay,
Square no more like our own years yon.


Watch out you nannies in the park,
Don’t step on an acorn unaware,
Or you and your sweet little charge
Will go flying way up in the air.


Soon birds on a wing
Will fly in a V formation,
South away from winter’s drear,
Down to a southern nation.


We’ll bake apples and butternut squash
Soon on a Saturday night,
Full of cinnamon and syrup,
Heavenly smells and sweet with each bite.


Walking gardens beckon for crowds,
Golden rod, queen Anne’s lace and mums,
Benches circle ponds floating lily leaves,
Perfumes of evenings to come.


So sing to the sweaters and jackets
Waving with blowing fresh sleeves,
Sing to the Fall we’ll see one more time,
Summer is taking its leave.











September Morn

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Golden Rod nods its head and spreads pollen near and wide.
I walk with my old dog, and we meander side by side.


Queen Anne's Lace always reminds me of Grandpa long since passed.
The old swing is gone, but I have memories that last.


Mums are prevalent on porches as we stroll by on our walk.
We are silent in the chill of the morn, and we do not talk.


Rolls of hay can be seen dotting the field across the way.
They look like big shredded wheat, and they stand in the field waiting another day.


The sky shows forth the birds on the wing.
On their migration paths, to their genetic code they cling.


Leaves on the pond show forth the early colors of a new Fall.
Old Dobbin whinnies from his place in his stall.


Grandma got the sweaters and jackets from her Cedar Chest this morn.
Seems like I've seen her do this a hundred times since I was born.


Nannies in the park have on sweaters, and their little charges are donned in jackets and caps.
Some old bears up North are getting ready for their Winter naps.


Acorns are sprinkled over the forest floor.
Old Bandit takes his place on the porch by the cabin door.


Apples and Butternut squash are in the stores stacked in pretty arrangements for customers to choose for baking needs.
The big old pumpkins are in the yard grown from last years seeds.


September Morn dawns bright and chilly as we anticipate the cool days to come.
As always, it will be cheerfully welcomed by some.










September

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)


In September will the rain stop?
Will the goldenrod start to pop?
Is there a space
For the Queen Anne's Lace?
Did the chrysanthumums drown?
Or just leave town...
No rolls of hay here.
Everything's washed clear.
Birds on the wing
Mosquitoes still sting.
Leaves on the pond floating,
With an algae coating.
Sweaters and jackets come out.
If I find them, no doubt.
No nannies in my park.
They're afraid of the shark.
Apples and Butternut squash around?
No..but clams and mussels abound.
No acorns this year
Just barnacles I fear.











Fall Thoughts

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Tis a beautiful early fall day,
for a walk we go, come what may.
Just ambling, looking about,
wondering what has changed during the summer.


Golden rod in perfusion along the road,
sneezing and scratching soon pursuing,
ah they get to me,
they take me back to my itchy sister.


Queen Anne’s lace around one house
reminds me of my grandmother.
She liked it very much,
but oh did it make her scratch.


Mums full of buds,
soon they will begin to open,
fall flowers oh so pretty,
makes me think of football games.


Rolls of hay in the fields,
remember when we got it up loose?
Now haying is near automated,
one man and his trusty tractor.


Hear squawking, look up high
flocks of geese returning from their daily feeding.
Soon vees will be flying south,
when you see, you know cold weather is a following.


The little pond down at Murphy’s
has lots of leaves a floating.
Some trees are a turning,
soon the pond will be covered.


Shirt sleeves and shorts, clothes of the day,
but soon it will be sweaters and jackets,
frost will be arriving,
you can see yourself a breathing.


Movies and TV show nannies in the park,
fancy prams, well dressed toddlers a looking.
Here in the country
mothers are too busy a tending.


When acorns turn that special brown and begin to fall,
definitely a sure sign that is fall.
Collect some the squirrels do not get,
carve them into little baskets.


Butternut squash big and yellow,
soon it will be on our table.
Pumpkins all turned orange,
won’t be long until pie making.


Apples getting ripe,
trees all green with lovely red fruit.
Many varieties, many sizes,
got to make some cider.


Signs of fall everywhere, temperature a dropping,
soon the leaves will be falling,
oh my, we will be raking.
It was a glorious season.











September Humor

By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)


Through the field a stroll
Holding a bit of coal
It didn't stop the sneeze
Brought him to his knees
Goldenrod took its toll


*


In the loft he did play
With his lady friend a roll in the hay
His wife came in
Saw his sin
The funeral was held right away


*


Nannies in the park
Oh how did those goats get there
Put there as a lark?
I didn't do it this I swear


Perhaps they escaped
From some old farmer's ranch
Or a children's zoo
And found the park by chance


Nannies in the park
Its such a amazing sight
But Nannies in the park
Somehow just ain't right


Children laugh in glee
At goats invading the park
But I promise it wasn't me
Who brought them as a lark











Welcome September

By Cottage Lady (Patience@bresnan.net)


Fall is and always has been my favorite time of year. The air is crisp, warm days, cool nights, sky so blue, smell of wood smoke in the air, the crunch of crisp apples, and so much more. There was usually fabulous foliage in New England that took our breath away. It was always a wonderful time to cook up some soups and one-dish meals. This was one of our favorites so I thought I would share it….


Butternut Squash and Apple Soup


1 medium butternut squash
cooking oil
1 medium onion chopped
2 TBSP butter
1 tsp curry powder
2 medium apples (cored/peeled/chopped)
˝ tsp dried thyme
1 quart chicken stock
salt and pepper to taste
˝ cup heavy cream (or half and half)


Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cut squash in half, scoop out seeds, brush with oil and place cut side down on cookie sheet; bake 30 to 45 minutes till tender. While squash is baking, chop apples and onions. When squash is done, remove it to cool. Melt butter in heavy pot, add onion and cook until soft but not brown. Add curry powder and stir one minute more. Add apple. Then stir squash into the pot, some salt, thyme, and chicken stock. Bring to a boil and summer gently for 15 minutes. Remove solids to blender or food processor, puree until smooth, adding liquid as needed. Return to pot, bring to boil and then remove from the heat. Salt and pepper to taste and tablespoon of cream just before serving.

Yummo!

















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As Time Goes On

It's Never Too Late

Last of Summer Days (several authors)

Good Morning

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