Okay, saying September was once my least-favorite month might be a bit extreme, but I never used to like it.
October is my absolute favorite month, so I saw September as a roadblock standing in the way of perfect fall goodness. It also meant the end of the cottage season. Plus, I was usually sick of 80-degree weather by the time September rolled around, so this month was almost always too hot for me.
During the past two years, my attitude toward September has changed. Here’s why:
- Living in the Detroit area full time means I can spend weekends at my cottage in the fall.
- When you think about it, September weather is actually perfect. The mornings and evenings are cool and crisp, while most afternoons are warm enough to pad around in shorts and bare feet.
- The sand at the cottage is warm enough where it feels good on your feet without scorching them to the point of blistering. (Anyone who walks barefoot on sand in July is basically batty.)
- Most Michiganders will argue that we have no real transition between seasons, but I don’t think that’s true; I think September’s pattern of 73 degrees one day and 62 degrees the next actually helps ease us into cooler fall weather. (Feel free to disagree, of course. I know this weather drives some people insane.)
- The leaves begin to change in September, and it’s usually during this month where you first notice that patch of red on the maple tree in your front yard. That’s one of my favorite moments all season.
- My nephew was born in September. He’s pretty awesome.
September, we’ve had a good run, and I’m actually a little sad to see you go. Don’t worry–I’ll welcome you back with open arms again next year.