welcome to beautiful september
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‘i love september, especially when we’re in it.’
-willie stargell
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image credit: willowday
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I didn't have my glasses on.... 
Gosh, that’s SO lovely. One needs to enlarge pic, it’s well worth it.
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I love both the alphabet and flowers, so this is a win-win for me )
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Lovely. I’m a September boy so i’m biased big time haha
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Ah, of course!)
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Yes, Beth, I agree with Pops.
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Me too
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Willie Stargell – who knew he was so profound ☺️
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Yes, who knew???)
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LOL! I think of “Chicken on the Hill” when I think of Willie Stargell. And my grandma, because she loved baseball in the era of Willie and Roberto Clemente! Those were the prime Pirate days! ❤
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That’s so great!
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Love it! 💖🌸
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Thanks b
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Such a pretty image.
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❤️
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I love the baseball quote…”especially when we’re in it” refers to a pennant race, doesn’t it?
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Yes, but could apply to all of life
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Totally agree…in his case, they were still “in it”, and that is a motivation to try harder and stay focused…just as in life
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Ah, September, usually a beautiful month on the north Oregon coast. and some of the tourists go home and we get a bit more room. Glad to have ’em (mostly), but it’s nice when they go home.
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The sweet spot
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September
by
Helen Hunt Jackson
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
the grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
‘T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
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Oh, I love this. Thank you for sharing it –
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One of my mom’s poems that she taught (and probably learned) in her elementary school classes. ❤
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“It,” in Willie Stargell’s case, was the baseball playoffs and World Series…
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So great
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it is one of my favorite months as well, perhaps because it includes both my anniversary and my birthday! Great Stargell quote!
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How great, congrats on both!
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Beautiful floral work. And a fine quote from one of out finest lefthand-hitting philosophers.
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I wish it was my work, credit is below on post, but I do Love creating art from nature. Ha – you never know where you’ll find those philosophers)
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FAVORITE time of the year starts NOW. 🙂
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me too!!!!!
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Welcome cool temperatures!
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here they come –
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That is lovely. Happy September to you !
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and to you, ute –
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My birthday month
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Wonderful
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Hooray for my birthday month!
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what a wonderful month for a birthday, I hope you enjoy it –
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I intend to! 🙂
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💃🏿
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