I LUV September. I consider it my month. When I look at a new calendar, the first thing I do is flip to September, expecting it’s representative image to be the loveliest and most meaningful of all.  And why shouldn’t it be? After all, this month I’ll celebrate thirty two years of wonderful existence, my nephew will play in his first soccer match and I’ll spend countless glorious hours creating one of a kind works of art.  I think that deserves a pretty picture.