it is as november has to be, gray and cold. not really winter yet, but not autumn anymore. lots of gray, lots of still and i even enjoy it. as our autumn has been warm and bright with sunshine. full of activity and even a vacation to tuscany, i really do appreciate the gray and somewhat lonely moments of this past week, i even hope for more of it.
soups are stewing on my stove, candles are lit and a bit more time to knit is on my hand. the woolen shawls and sweaters, hats and mittens are out and already being worn. and then when i was out running this morning, i discovered those bare bushes with the wonderfully white glowing fruit-balls. i had to bring some home and put them on our kitchen table. that's how my november days feel like.
no more words this is enough, i think, i am loving november!