Thursday, 3 September 2009


September is an emotive time of year especially for those involved with schools all their lives like me. It has always associated with new beginnings for me, even more than January. Seeing the school children making their way for the new term this morning made me think of new books and sharp pencils and new resolutions for the term ahead.
I conveniently forget the weeks of planning, sorting, ordering stock, relining pinboards for displays and staff-meetings and records, records, records to read and start to fill in.
In the 'old' days I also enjoyed starting the new class register with its red zig-zags and blue 'O' s. I always joked that I only wanted to be a teacher so I could keep a register. I used to make my own from my dad's spare football pool coupons - something else only fellow uk readers of my generation will know (Do they have them any more?). Now the register is computerised and far less romantic.
When I was a school-girl myself, I loved walking to school on September mornings when there was a morning dew.The cobwebs on the front garden shrubs would be magically transformed to diamond necklaces and the air would be scented with chrysanthemums and damp leaves. There was often a early morning chill with the promise of warm sunshine. The leaves would be starting to turn and the pavements were often slippery with berries and ripe fruits shed from overhanging trees. As I generally walked to school by myself I was able to keep in touch with my nature-loving self - not too cool for a young teenager if in the company of her classmates.
This is my second September since retiring - I was looking forward to a glorious Sepember last year, but it did nothing but rain and was gloomy most of the time, so may be this year will be glorious. The leaves seem to be turning early and the blustery weather is putting paid to the apples. They are being blown down before we can pick them and then they get bruised and won't keep.
I found the quote from Alexander Theroux on the internet, and although it does not quite match my sentiments voiced above - there is that whistful feel of summer's done.
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Eileen said...

I can comment again! : -) Lovely image Jill. I hope for a decent September too. I have always liked autumn as a season.

Anonymous said...

Reading this has sparked memories - I used to love walking (to school, to work, to wherever) on misty mornings - now I walk the 5 metres to the car and that's it. I still enjoy driving through mist, but there's always awareness at the back of my mind.

A memory that will always stay with me was walking out on to a misty St. Annes beach to the point that I could not see anything, only the sea mist. I could hear seagulls and the sea. And that was it. Very peaceful.

It was probably quite dangerous, but I was about 20-21 and that didn't really enter my head at the time.


Jill said...

Thank you for taking time to comment.

Menopausal musing said...

There are an awful lot of berries on shrubs/trees.... sign of a hard winter to come?? I saw a Rowan (Mountain Ash) positively covered the other day. Will have to return with my camera. Lovely post. x

thekathrynwheel said...

Lovely drawing. September for me still means going back to school. But we still take our registers with a pen! Yay! Kate