The beauty in November is the assuredness with which it accepts its Novemberness. Pale, low light is kind to dried beige stalks and barren fields. The earth breathes with a sense of quiet, signaling the time is right to go within. After all that manic energy of summertime and harvest, there is relief in the stillness.
Robyn Griggs Lawrence
(The Wabi-Sabi House: The Japanese Art of Imperfect Beauty)
It’s amazing how quickly things change when November hits. Last Sunday I was out working in the garden and there was still tons of color in the garden. The leaves were all shining in bright shades of yellow and red.
November came on Tuesday and by the end of the week all the leaves were down and everything was brown. One of things I love about November, is how the late evening sun bathes everything in a beautiful golden glow without leaves on the trees to hide it. It’s perfect harmony for this time of year for sure as it brightens up what could be a rather drear time of year.
November is one of those months that I really notice a change, it’s kind of like March. Many months blend into each other and you can’t distinguish between them. November and March are quite unique, making their beginning well known because there is such a distinct change in the colors in nature and the light of the sun. Oddly enough March and November are polar opposites. In March everything is bursting forth and things seem to grow overnight. In November everything breathes of sigh of relief and hunkers down for the many months of rest ahead.
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