September has always been a favorite month in a favorite time of year. The weather is changing, the leaves are turning, and the environment is preparing for a new season. Depending where you live this change can be quite dramatic; then again, it might slip by. In the Midwest the weather stays warmer, no dramatic change, no crunching of leaves under your feet, no smell of burning leaves on a cool evening. In Madrid it stays warm until winter, then it’s freezing until summer. For my family September is the doorway that opens to our favorite holiday season that we include Halloween with even if we don’t officially get the day off. October 1st decorations go up, my home is transformed into a haunted house. When my son was in college no longer living at home, he’d stop by to nap under the cobwebs and spiders near flickering electric candelabras, purple lights, tombstones and all else making up my Halloween wonderland. Following are birthdays, my daughter’s and my son’s. She was born 11 days before his, but 7 years later. He’s my oldest and was a Thanksgiving Day baby, born during dinnertime. Traditionally November 1st the Halloween decorations were down, birthday decorations went up, a table was set up with my daughter’s cake and then with my son’s and about a week into all this celebrating Thanksgiving decorations went up too. By December 1st all those decorations were down and Christmas went up. Around December 21st we said goodbye to autumn and welcomed winter.
There is one more thing about autumn. A day or two after its first day is announced is my birthday. I’m a Libra cusp born and have always had a connection with the fall and its days of Indian Summer that could come late September or early October, the coolness in the air, the promise of change as the season sheds its skin and prepares for new life to begin. There is warmth in a cool autumn night preparing us for cooler autumn and early winter days as the temperature drops giving us reason to wear cozy warm clothes, imbibe in steamy hot beverages and transform the death that surrounds us. The season wraps its arm around me and we walk together remembering this is when I first got here. I was born in a season of change, which will always be a special time that is my time.