September 9, 2014
“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life; the bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath; and their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds, now silent or departed.”
September Days By Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont.