The End of November
“November is usually such a disagreeable month…as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully…just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We’ve had lovely days and delicious twilights.”
― L.M. Montgomery
The aroma of Cedar, Balsam & Fraser firs now permeate through our warm home. Edyn enjoyed her first experience picking out a Christmas tree and has with much fervor tried desperately to engage each delicately sparkling ornament. Turkey leftovers are being reinvented into a soup on this rainy day.
I can’t help but think how this November has been one of the loveliest in a long time that I can remember. We’ve had beautiful snowfall. We’ve had some of the most enchanting blue-toned November light I’ve ever witnessed. We’ve had fog that made the woods so mysterious. It has definitely been one of the better Novembers. We’ve had warm days, cold days, and the beginning of the holidays.
If you follow my trailcam Sunday adventures, you might remember I had a goal to photograph this whitetail buck (pictured at the top of the post) during the daylight. I was gifted with a brief moment, long enough to click out a couple frames through the lens. I was a little worried last week when I heard someone hunting the property behind our house, but he survived unscathed as evidenced by this weekend’s trailcam footage (Whitetail Buck Video). With any luck, I hope to see him again before the deep winter sets in and those antlers fall beneath the snow.
But for now, back to making homemade bread and turkey soup.