There is something about it that holds (an admittedly unspecified) promise of things to come, and depending on what you do for a living and how you have generally set up your life, it gives you the chance of a clean slate in some areas.
Today is the 1st of September. It is cold out there, only 7 Celsius feeling like 5 (that is 45, feeling like 41 Fahrenheit for you), but the sky is a pale clear blue and the sun is casting long bright patches across my kitchen floor from the window facing East.
I must remember to cut out this month's train ticket and put it into my train pass before I leave for work. The wall calendar in the hall I have already turned over to September just after I fed the cat. Later, at work, I will clean up my email folders; only the current month and the two previous months are kept in the in and out boxes.
This picture I took from my kitchen window a few days ago. My neighbour's garden is beautiful, isn't it? A rather nostalgic reminder of what we have just left behind us for another year.
What are your little start-of-the-month tasks and rituals?
What a beautiful garden. It inspires writing
ReplyDeleteI can't believe it's September already. Where did the year go?
ReplyDeleteIndeed, where did it go? Summer, especially! I know where spring went - we skipped it. All we had was a VERY long winter.
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