Yet the month, to use a word from our times, is underrated. Despite its glories, September seems doomed to be the 30 days in which Central New York, like the rest of a distracted America, stumbles away from summer vacation to step back into real life.
All too often, that means ignoring what might be the most alluring and beautiful month in the Upstate calendar. September, for instance, is the favorite month of David Sage, a National Weather Service meteorologist in Buffalo, who justified that affection by providing some annual statistics for September from the Syracuse area:
“For the first half of the month, the normal (highs) are in the 70s, starting from 76 at the beginning and getting down to 66 at (September’s) end, “ Sage said. “The average low starts at 56 and gets down to about 46. That’s a pretty nice month.”
In other words, we get warm days that lead into nights just right for campfires. That weather goes hand-in-hand with low-key September glories: Watching a night-time high school football game, when the turf still carries a rich and earthy smell. Running distance on some country road. Picking an apple on a sunny day along Route 20. Walking the dog on a trail in the woods, while that rich September light makes shadow patterns in the leaves.