On the way back from the coast this weekend, we were treated to November's finest. I have made it abundantly clear that October is not my favorite month of the year. I am not saying that November is my favorite (not by a long shot) but I sure do like it more than its slightly older sister. November's colors are more intense. November holds the promise of leaving the sharp, electrical heat and light of October behind and taking on the more muted light of late fall. I hate the shorter days but at least the light does not cut as much. And, tucked at the end of November, is that sweetest of holidays, the holiday that just can't seem to take on much of the commercial mantle. Sure, it's about food and that part does not impress me. But is also, in my book, about a pause in the days, a pause to appreciate and to be with what matters. And then there is the tumble into December but that is another post.
Enjoy some of November's gifts:
