You know how you know you are a true New Englander? When September rolls around and you start to mourn the shorter days, the cooler nights, and the general fading of summer, while at the same you start looking forward to making soups, roasting chickens and the autumn in general.
September is actually one of my favorite times of year. There’s a different color to September than any other month. I want to say it’s golden. I guess it has to do with where the sun is, but everything just shimmers in September. The weather is beautiful, the tomatoes are bountiful, and I finally starting craving red wine again.
Today was about 77 degrees with a light breeze and a clear blue sky. The Sox are playing the Rays for first place in the American League. And we had chicken and gravy for dinner tonight. With a lovely glass of red wine.
I should earmark this post so when I’m cursing the weather in January, I’ll remember this feeling.