Friday, November 30, 2012

Saying Good-bye To November

Afternoon shadows, wispy cirrus clouds, late roses, acorns by the handful, crunching leaves underfoot, trees nearly bare, oranges and yellows, uncommon for us,  Changes in so many ways are here, despite the warmth of the day. Well hayed barns, such a sweet smell.  The secret building of a gnome home for grandchildren to find on a cold December day, when magic is in the air.  Wood stacked high. Pine cones scattered on the ground.  I love this time of year when there is a sense of urgency to be prepared for old man winters visit.  Afternoon sun fading fast, moon rising while the sky is yet blue.  Pulling the shawl closer around me, that wind feels so different then a spring breeze.  What is warm at one time of the year, seems cool at the other end of the year.  Funny how that is, same temperatures, different feel to it.   I am thankful, there is a moment in each day when I can experience the world around me in this way.  Life is good.

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