Happy September

The breezes taste of apple peel.
The air is full of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs, burning brush,
New books, erasers, chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive, well-honeyed hum,
And mother cuts chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean with suds, the days
Are polished with a morning haze.
John Updike

Each September I love watching first the grade 6/7 class and then the 8-10 class play football outside my classroom while I teach Math and Chemistry.  I relish teaching students who are full of energy and enthusiasm.  It won't necessarily last, but it a wonderful side effect of a brand new school year.

Cold mornings, clear skies, hot afternoons, bright colors, capris, and sweatshirts - these are a few of my favorite things.

I could break into song.