I usually decorate for fall, strewing pumpkins and leaves and cinnamon candles throughout our home, but this year I simply did not get around to it. I was so busy carving out time outdoors that I never made the time to carve up a gourd. Now that Halloween has passed, I just don’t see the point. I realize that Thanksgiving falls between Halloween and Christmas – and I have so many things for which to be thankful – but I just cannot talk myself into getting out the fake fall stuff when the real fall stuff has already dried up and blown away.
As far as the calendar is concerned, it continues to be fall until about two-thirds through December, which is ludicrous if you live in northern Michigan. Our first year up here – 2010 – we had over three feet of snow in the first week of December. That’s winter, and the calendar and I will just have to disagree on dates. And let’s not even talk about November. The fleeting autumn beauty has fled, and no significant snow is falling yet. I really don’t see why this dreadful month has thirty days while snow-blanketed, ski-able February only counts twenty-eight.
In a true “Welcome Back, November,” yesterday’s weather was disgusting. Cold, rain, snow, sleet, rain, wind, cold. All day. I was so excited for today, because the weather was supposed to dry out, and we were going for a hike. Apparently no one informed The Weather, which instead brought snow (lake effect, which made me very happy for the short while it lasted this morning) followed by more icky wintry mix that keeps one tucked safely inside.
Because I cannot stand to remain cooped up, we did take a couple of drives yesterday and today. I hopped out at appropriate places and snapped a few photos. Really, November’s not all bad. I am thankful for all the lovely lakes nearby, for they provide serene beauty even in this least inspiring time of the year. Also, I am thankful for tomorrow, which will dawn dry (hopefully) enough to get this complainer back outdoors where her heart beats most vibrantly. How do you enjoy November?