September sits quietly at the edge of things. It marks the end of summer but yet it also carries the feeling of new beginnings. Not the bold kind, like January, but a gentler shift. A returning, a folding back into the comfort of routine.
When we were children, it meant shiny new school shoes, blank exercise books and freshly sharpened pencils. There was that odd mix of excitement and nerves as we stepped back into the classroom. We were going back, yet everything felt new. A new coat hook, a new timetable - even our friends, with a new haircut or a summer growth spurt, looked a little different.
Even now, as my youngest son returns to the classroom, I have that strange bittersweet feeling that summer is over but the comfort of routine is returning. Routine is one of those things that often seems to work for me even if sometimes I'm not quite sure that I want it. As my son bemoans the fact that his days are once again going to be timetabled and his Xbox hours will nosedive, I know that by next week he will be settled in a routine he is familiar with and by October, the new term wont feel very new at all.
Perhaps that's more what September is about - rather than new beginnings, it's often a return to familiarity, just like the season itself.
We notice the nights drawing in a little earlier, the gentle fall in the temperature and the leaves beginning to turn. The ending of long, summer days; the beginning of autumn.
In the same way as there's comfort sometimes in routine, there's comfort too in the gentle turning of the seasons. As September opens on the calendar and autumn begins, we can't help but think about the change. We think about the months to come - we take stock, we plan. Our warmer clothes come out, wellies appear by the door again, cosy pyjamas at bedtime...
We're returning to cooler weather and shorter days. The shops are full of autumn decor alongside school uniform and cheap kitchenware for university students - fresh starts while at the same time the change in season is taking us back to something familiar.
I think that's ultimately why I love September - it's a month for new beginnings while being woven from all the things we already know and love.
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What a lovely blog,reading this has just evoked so many memories,one was the smell of a new exercise book at school,everything fresh and new,I still remember my Clarks school shoes,my duffle coat,and at the same time been so nervous but excited to be back at school and see out friends,my 8 children are all grown now,my youngest is 18 and at college but I have to admit,I miss buying the uniforms the shoes the bags and getting back to that routine.
I’m very lucky though I have 13 grandchildren so I can watch from a distance 🥰 here’s to the cosy darker nights with all the decor which will be coming out as from today and all the new wonderful Ava loves Rosie items that I already have and will be buying.
Thankyou so much for all the beauty you give this world,anything I read or purchase from you makes me smile and my heart warm xx💜
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