I love your written imagery in this. Nature in November gives at least as much as she takes away. A gentler palette that reveals more of the sky, the sound of footfalls on a frosty trail. The dance or tai chi of bare branches in the wind. The exact match of a deer's coat to the woodland undercoat and dried meadow grasses, the busyness of squirrels.
What I chafe at in November is the human consumerist frenzy that starts earlier every year.
Thank you, Jo 💕 I loved reading this beautiful description, especially that image of branches all doing tai chi. How rich! I agree with you re: the consumerism that overshadows; people trying to force palettes instead of letting the ones already out there breathe. I find that, as I get older, I pull away more from it.
I love November. I, too, love the brief leaf stains on the sidewalks and the complex layering and subtle colors of leaves under skim ice in a puddle. In November I love the surprise of looking up into the trees to find new or enlarged squirrel nests, the remains of a paper bees nest, abandoned birds nests. Walking in the woods around a kettle pond, the woods smell of subtle spices and, of course, there's something so satisfying about walking through crunchy leaves!
Isn’t it beautiful to find those surprises? I’m never not amazed when a tree that I see regularly is finally bare and reveals all these tenants! And the warped prisms that are puddles, with their own colouring of frosty blue. Thank you for sharing your November love, Susan 💕
November really is it's own thing, and at least in Michigan, exactly as you describe it. Yesterday we had rain, and some might call it dreary, but I think it helps us to better appreciate the approaching winter. There is a sort of safety and comfort in it. Thanks for the reminder of November's beauty, Bryn!
Thanks, Brian. 🙂 Most of the week here has been rainy and blustery, but I like that it sharpens our appreciation. And there’s something cozy about it in its own right. 🫖🍂
Around DC, we get bright spots in November - brilliant yellow gingko trees. I love them, and I love when they shed their leaves all at once and cover the ground with gold
How magical 🥰 I visited DC once in early summer and missed the ginkgo gold and the cherry blossoms. It was still a great city though. Thanks for sharing 🍂
I love your written imagery in this. Nature in November gives at least as much as she takes away. A gentler palette that reveals more of the sky, the sound of footfalls on a frosty trail. The dance or tai chi of bare branches in the wind. The exact match of a deer's coat to the woodland undercoat and dried meadow grasses, the busyness of squirrels.
What I chafe at in November is the human consumerist frenzy that starts earlier every year.
Thank you, Jo 💕 I loved reading this beautiful description, especially that image of branches all doing tai chi. How rich! I agree with you re: the consumerism that overshadows; people trying to force palettes instead of letting the ones already out there breathe. I find that, as I get older, I pull away more from it.
I love November. I, too, love the brief leaf stains on the sidewalks and the complex layering and subtle colors of leaves under skim ice in a puddle. In November I love the surprise of looking up into the trees to find new or enlarged squirrel nests, the remains of a paper bees nest, abandoned birds nests. Walking in the woods around a kettle pond, the woods smell of subtle spices and, of course, there's something so satisfying about walking through crunchy leaves!
Isn’t it beautiful to find those surprises? I’m never not amazed when a tree that I see regularly is finally bare and reveals all these tenants! And the warped prisms that are puddles, with their own colouring of frosty blue. Thank you for sharing your November love, Susan 💕
A nice November day can seem like a blessing, as it's often not expected, like an unusually mild March day, I suppose.
It really is a blessing! 🥰
November really is it's own thing, and at least in Michigan, exactly as you describe it. Yesterday we had rain, and some might call it dreary, but I think it helps us to better appreciate the approaching winter. There is a sort of safety and comfort in it. Thanks for the reminder of November's beauty, Bryn!
Thanks, Brian. 🙂 Most of the week here has been rainy and blustery, but I like that it sharpens our appreciation. And there’s something cozy about it in its own right. 🫖🍂
Around DC, we get bright spots in November - brilliant yellow gingko trees. I love them, and I love when they shed their leaves all at once and cover the ground with gold
How magical 🥰 I visited DC once in early summer and missed the ginkgo gold and the cherry blossoms. It was still a great city though. Thanks for sharing 🍂
Your pictures, Bryn, are gorgeous, but the words you've used to describe autumn - and November in particular - are even more so. A stunning post! 🍁
That’s so lovely of you to say, Rebecca 🥺💕
😘 I’m soooo behind on my reading but your posts are always such a treat!