I was reading the Sunday comics when I came across Sally Forth.  Sally, talking to her school-aged daughter, is describing why autumn is her favorite season.   Her daughter replies, "I miss summer so much it's hard to breathe."  That describes me perfectly!  Every September, I feel like I am coming to the end of something.  And even if it is hotter in September than it's been all year (which, in a cruel twist of fate, is usually the case where we live) it's STILL September and I am unable to enjoy it.  It has to be tied in with how much I dreaded starting school each year (obviously) as I grew up in a climate that was pretty much the same all year.  It was always warm and sunny in Southern California; I mean, I remember praying for rain for goodness sake!  So it's not the climate that caused me to hate September so much.  And maybe now that I live in a usually wet, cool weather place where the wind is usually many degrees lower than the air temp (does it sound like I'm complaining?) the September blue-feeling is intensified.  Fortunately, by the end of the month, I kind of get over it and get on with things.  O.k., maybe I'm a bit bipolar, at least I'm aware of it.  My main concern, now that I'm a mom and a homeschool mom at that, is not to transfer this feeling to my kids.  I do my best to just slip into a school routine, not make a big deal about it because, basically, I am unable to get really excited about it.  Do I feel guilty about this?  Of course, I do but I do my best.  And after we get the ball rolling, I do start to get more into it, planning or whatever we need/want to do.  I have read several blogs where people describe how they love September and/or fall.  And Sally Forth certainly pointed out many wonderful things about autumn.  Lessons observed:  Take each season as it comes.  Look for something to enjoy in each one.  I will try.  I promise.