Almost Indecent

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”
― L.M. Montgomery

The entirety of the fall canopy has dropped to the ground now, leaving the forest barren with dull browns and grey tones. And we are all readying it seems. The squirrels and chipmunks are furiously stashing away their caches. The deer are battling for temporary kingdoms. I haven’t seen the bears lately, though I imagine they are fattening up as they wobble through the woods. And us? We are preparing for family to arrive, grand meals to be devoured quicker than it takes for them to be created, and looking forward to the most wonderful time of the year.

I have much to be thankful for this year, family never the least of which.


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