Hello November!

When the seasons start to shift with even the smallest of changes I feel something stirr inside of me… and whatever that is… I feel drawn to the place that I always find peace… the wooded forest and the trees.

Here… in the cold crisp air… nature slows down with the season. As the first snow quietly carpets the grass the golden leaves are slowly swept up with the gentle breeze.

And while I prefer the reds and oranges of autumn, the brilliant white of winter snow engulfs me in a silent melancholy…

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and the fields that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”~Lewis Carroll

Seasons come and seasons go. You can’t force a season to last if it’s time has passed. While October has the best of fall… and December has the best of winter… November has the perfect combination of the two.

Hello November!