{Illustrated magazine, week ending 10th November, 1951 ~ totallymystified}
{Un osito en otoño ~ Contando Estrelas}
{Dolcis Strollers advertisement ~ totallymystified}
{Lazy ~ hanthomas}
{Playtime 1948 ~ paul.malon}
{Maybelline 1929 ~ Captain Geoffrey Spaulding}
{Red ~ Rongem Boyo}
{Basic Recipes, c. 1945 ~ alsis35}
{Red apples in basket ~ _poseidon_}
{Martha Vickers ~ Amy Jeanne}
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Summer lingers on - it's in no hurry to give up its hard earned last couple of weeks until the final moment - and yet slowly the first stirrings of the coming season begin to appear. Mornings are chiller until the sun rises high above the horizon, the air - still oven-like in some respects - begins to feel crispier, less burdened by a need to host temperatures near a hundred degrees, and a sense that the revamping of mother nature's colour scheme will soon be underway greets one with each blade of parched grass they see flutter in the wind.
If September was a colour, I think that it would be red - not fresh and orange tinged like a growing tomato, but deep and soulful, redolent of garnets, fields of cranberries, and regal velvet robes. This is a red that has seen the first eight months of the year and lived to tell about it. Far from shy, but not one to boast, it quietly takes on the role of bridging the seasons, tinting the world in crimson its path as it goes.
This is a beautiful time of the year. It embodies both energy - still radiating like aftershocks from the past two scorching months - and serenity, a return to the usual ebb and flow of the school year, heartier comfort foods, and foliage that yearns to remain verdant, but just can't resist giving into the siren's song and taking on a tartan like array of colours.
The first half of September in the time of the year when you can still go swimming at noon and pick juicy new crop apples later on in the very same afternoon. It's sundresses and knit cardigans, peep-toe shoes and stockings.
A happy, busy, wonderful - but generally very brief - time, these in-between days will be gone before we can blink, which is all the more reason to keep one's eyes open wide as you soak up and enjoy every last, gorgeous moment.
