Old song in my heart....

Every year, at this time.. I think of these words..from an

old song... my mother use to sing it while playing the piano.

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

 lyrics (by Maxwell Anderson);

Summer, I hardly knew ya.. you ran quickly thru my

fingers, as I planted the garden, and flowers. Your

heat would have me working in the early mornings hours.

Your sun colored me tan, and fishing was grand.

But I am not ready to give up yet. I have so much more

I want to do.  There are more fish to fish for, there is

more flowers to watch bloom... and a garden to pick

from. 

There is the lights on the pergola I haven't got to enjoy

yet, or the fire in the outdoor fireplace, we haven't got

to enjoy yet. Oh, please summer don't leave me here

to be covered with leaves and snow.

And the days grow short, when you reach September..

I am not ready, I tell you.. I am not ready.. and next year

is too long to wait.