Rocky Mount, NC: Labor Day 2025

I have known and sung the words to the song, September since always. Older now, I understand the meaning of….these precious days I spend with you.

Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you
These precious days I’ll spend with you

My mother’s birthday was in September as well as two of my daughters. It was once a time of new school shoes. In grade school, my fall walk to Dewey School was on a sidewalk of beautiful colored leaves. You know, the leaves you put in your leaf notebook.

It was an unwritten rule that after September 1, you put your white shoes away and changed to ‘transitional colored clothes.’

To this day, living in Nashville, NC, it feels ‘wrong’ in continuing to wear summer clothes into a southern warm fall. Today, September 1, the weather has been unusually cooler; a blessing. Watching the US Open Tennis, the cooler temps have been perfect tennis weather.

Another summer without doing enough summer things. Not enough corn on the cob, not walking barefoot on a sandy beach, or getting too much sun. I did let plum juice and watermelon run down my chin.

I have two Main Street blog posts written for the first week inSept: *Rocky Mount, NC: You Fix Neighborhoods By Making Them Safe: *Power Washing: Seeing Clearly Again

I would like you to join me on Main Street this fall. You know..these precious days I spend with you. SFH