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Be nice to November

Just a blink ago, the view from my sunroom was a gorgeous riot of color. The lush of green morphed into various hues of golds, yellows, a bit of red and orange. Now the trees are increasingly bare, and my view includes more sky.

And I love it still.

Every phase and stage is beautiful.


Not everyone feels that way about November.

(Or life.)


But I am here to sing its praises. As did e.e. cummings:

peering from some high

window; at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling: that if dayhas to become night

this is a beautiful way)


It has been a busy fall, and November may or may not yield unexpected surprises. (#redundancy! Aren’t all surprises unexpected?!) I welcome whatever is to come and I revel in the uncommon beauty of the season. Trees unadorned speak to me in a language that is different than when covered with leaves. Maybe I just hear them better now.


The month of November makes me feel that life is passing more quickly. In an effort to slow it down, I try to fill the hours more meaningfully. ~Henry Rollins


May your November be meaningful.

Much love,


“She stands

In tattered gold

Tossing bits of amber

And jade, jewels of a year grown old:


~Zephyr Ware Tarver

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