When the calendar turns to September I feel profoundly nostalgic, not so much because summer is coming to an end, but because September makes me think of my Dad . September is Dad’s month ! His birthday falls in the middle of September and he loved this time of year. He loved the fresh cooler weather, the ripe tomatoes on the vine and the pepper plants heavy with green and red peppers. In September the grass is still green and once again becomes lush. The gardens are full and colourful , and harvesting the proceeds of a well tended garden is a satisfying pastime. Birds and butterflies are busily preparing for flight and the cicadas sing.
Dad would frequently sing the song “ Try to Remember the kind of September “ . He loved the song and for him, it touched the heart. It reflects on the passage of time , as our lives pass by so quickly,

As Dad grew old he tried to remember so many things but could not, yet when this beautiful song was played he remembered the song and the words.This is the gift of music. Happy September !