It may seem an odd topic in September in the UK when really it is a quiet month unless you are a school aged child. After the long summer break only parents tend celebrate! However, writers' season tends to be 24/7 everyday of the year.
We don't need Halloween, Christmas or Valentine's Day to put pen to paper, but perhaps some feel that they have a duty to produce something on those occasions, I know that I have felt the compulsion. In fact, every day is a gift.
It's not quite harvest time but in the past, around six weeks from now, there is blackberry week and as children we used to go tatie picking. One of the things I remember about that time was the wildlife, mostly of the insect variety, and associated predators. It made me think about habitats.
There is a plethora of writing material on habitats, global warming and the affects of human activity. Then there is also the simple fact of September which has been written about by the great and the good, as well as yours truly.
To give an edge remember the words of John Keats from over 200 years ago.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
God Bless
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