September song

Aside

"The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember
In September in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rain.
To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain."
- September in the Rain, Lyrics by Warren and Dubin

I woke up with this song ringing in my head – not to be confused with the one Walter Huston used to sing. I first heard it 1937/8 in Blackpool when Mum and Dad took us to see our first musical show (was it at the Winter gardens?) and I was captivated by the ladies dancing in chiffon dresses of delicate autumnal hues. There’s a feeling of gentle melancholy in the air. Better buck up – it’s going to be a busy month with two family visits here, a visit to # 2 son, a theatre visit and a week in a cottage beside all the general maintenance - personal and general that seems called for as the nights draw in.

I discovered that the artist’s name (see ‘the Artist, the Apple and Ada’) is Harald Smykla and his work is a temporary memorial to Ada Lovelace and – to my delighted surprise I find she lived near Porlock Weir at Ashley Combe. http://www.minehead-online.co.uk/ashley.htm which has a bit of history of its own.