November is a strange bedfellow, though. The world isn't sure if it should be golden or grey. Leaves have mostly fallen and while the trees are bare and barren, there are still piles and sweeps and miles of brilliant color around. We know the snow is just a breath away, but we hold out hope for that last warm afternoon (did you hear? it's supposed to be in the 60's this week....). We scrape and defrost and shiver every bright morning and drive home in the dark every night.
The time change is the one part of the fall I don't like. It changes the boundaries of night and day at a time when we are already trying to adjust to the change in temperature and preparing for the coming winter. It depresses the soul, even as it allows one precious hour more for one lousy day. I'd much rather leave things as they are. Let the school kids wait in the misty dawn; we've earned the sunshine, we should keep it as long as possible.
Fall has always been a time of preparation. The slow cookers come out, along with the quilts, the sweaters, the woolies, the footballs and the snuggle urges. It is a time of rest, of readiness for the holiday daze (note, I said preparation. I still believe in holding the yule and christmas and solstice celebrations until their due time), of unpacking and repacking, of reflection and rejuvenation as we ready ourselves for the long darkness.
The autumn brings a certain longing. For comfort foods and comfort clothes and comforting friendships. And I count my blessings every day that I have the friendships that comfort my soul and my heart.
This November I wish for you all the joys of the autumn. I am feeling the longing for connection, for comfort and for my friends and I count my blessings, each and every one of you, at every day's dawn.
Blessed November wishes to you all.
Thanks for listening.
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