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Wednesday, September 1, 2010, 8:30 a.m.
75 degrees, breezy, sunny
Welcome to September, an unpredictable month that
often can’t decide if it is summer or autumn.
The name is derived from the Latin for seven, septem.
The number seven has a reputation for being
connected with luck, perfection, and wonderful things,
and in my opinion, September is aptly named.
In the Roman calendar September was the seventh month, as
the year began in March. The Julian cal-
endar reform shifted the start of the year to January,
thus we are now beginning the ninth month of our
modern calendar year. It looks like today will be a
repeat of yesterday, right down to the mindless
trained-ape work of picking up potatoes. We gathered well
over half of them yesterday, but still
have the seed stock and a large quantity of fingerlings
to bring into the cellar. We worked until
noon, and the job was made a little more pleasant because
a good friend came up to help; we
traded stories as we hunched down the long rows, sorting
spuds for size and rubbing the dirt
from their skins with knobby-palmed gloves. We have more
of a breeze today, so even if
it is hot under the hazy sun, I can feel refreshed every
time the wind wafts past the
water-soaked bandana tied around my neck. This trick of
the old west really
works, as the wet cloth cools the arterial blood that
flows through the neck,
pretty nifty, eh ?
Have a great day,
Daisy
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