My favorite month of the year is any month that ends in ” Ber “

September

I like September because it is full of my promise- September is my Spring time.

September  has cool mornings and warm-ish evenings. It turns some leaves gold and red and if you have a garden your pumpkins are full and orange and ripe. On some weekends you can still sit outside and read a book or barbecue. September is a tease and it’s sort of sassy.

What are the months like me going to bring? It asks. A little pleasure, a lot of pain?

Tell me I will insist.

Not on your billy September says every single year.

October

What can I say about October?

October is my Muse, it inspires me and  when I explore cemeteries or I take my dog and my Jeep off road and I think we might be lost and it’s getting dark I don’t feel like me and Hamish are really alone because October is with us.

After all, October is with me in May, why would it not be with me on those lost roads?

Andrew Wyeth

November

Sometimes November shows up with a little snow, sometimes it shows up with a lot of rain. Sometimes the days are warm and Sunny.

November is unpredictable, its like it’s testing me, asking me- are you ready for December,  Anita?

I will always answer yes.

Are you sure? It asks again.

I don’t know, I finally confess. I don’t really know.

John Atkinson Grimshaw –

December

The dark, the snow, the cold, the ghosts- I have worked all year to make it to December. I’ve earned every glorious second December has to offer.

1911-1914 “Australasian Antarctic Expedition,”
   Australian photographer James Hurley