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Well, well, well.

If it isn’t September.

How the heck are ya?

It’s been a month of Sundays since we last saw you.

Actually longer.

Welcome back.

I believe it’s been an entire year.

Bring any rain with ya?

How ‘bout cooler temperatures?

Wait and see, huh?

Wise guy, eh?

Got us over a barrel, don’tcha?

That’s for sure.

Nothing we can do about it.

September is September.

And it’ll stay that way until it’s October.

And there is nothing anybody can do about it.

Not Obama.

Not Osama.

Nope.

Nobody has that much power.

And that’s a comfort.

Just think if politicians controlled the seasons.

Horror of horrors.

Bad enough they control time with Daylight Savings.

September.

Could be warm

Could be cool.

One thing it heralds.

Football.

Put on your purple.

Let the season begin.

Go, Punchers!

It also means the academic year has begun.

Back from vacation.

Back to school.

Last month of the third quarter.

September used to be called "Herbstmonat," or harvest month.

Also "Gertsmonath," or barley month.

For the crop cultivated at that time.

September.

Flower girl for Fall.

She can be a real beauty.

Or a real scorcher.

September.

It’s heeeeeere.

That’s Mason.

Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.