Leaving November Where It Lies
How swiftly November came upon us, and not even a proper courting before the land froze solid, thawed, and then chilled again. I was walking in the tamarack a brief month ago, and now I can't even drive up the hill without encountering a few feet of snow. Autumn seemed so rushed to leave - such a fleeting lover. My lips were barely kissed with warm rain before the winds came and tore every leaf from its job, waving at passers by. So short-lived were the oranges and the flaming reds. The Summer held on so long this year, that Fall only had time to give a sly wink and then moved on. I've taken much of November as catch-up. I work two jobs in October every year, and with putting the gardens to bed, running wild with the book giveaways all month long, and of course the usual cat, niece, and parent herding, I was a bit ragged by Halloween. Like a good granddaughter does, I visited my grandparents' graves on All Souls Day, and washed the stones and left flowers and a treat f