November is when the temperatures ponder their chilliness and the dark of night seeps in earlier as we turn the clocks back. But as the air cools and it is time to don the hats and mittens, my heart warms at all that November has packed in its luggage.
It is a month of thankfulness; a month of family, food, the deep heady scents of apples, cranberries and cloves cooking on the stove. The gentle swooshing of pine trees caressing clear blue skies with their long, slender needles, infusing the air with their clean, fresh, scent.
Wood smoke drifting lazily across the landscape, tantalizing the nostrils, reminding me of my childhood and sitting in front of a blazing hot fire in the fireplace after a long day cutting firewood in the cold.
It is a month of change as the reality of snow hangs in the air. It is a month of many things. For me, it is loveliness perfected.