Some people I think dread November because it's the start of cold, gray, and often dreary weather. I love November. Not quite as much as October with all the falling leaves and crispness in the air. November starts the holidays. Thanksgiving. Christmas shopping. It's kind of a warm fuzzy month. The time when you start lighting fires in your fireplace, drinking hot cocoa, and for me dreaming of the ski season to come and the first snowfalls. I want to share a few excerpts from this very special little book with you.
"In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year."
"In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still."
"In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.”
"In November, people are good to each other. They carry pies to each other's homes and talk by crackling woodstoves, sipping mellow cider. They travel very far on a special November day just to share a meal with one another and to give thanks for their many blessings - for the food on their tables and the babies in their arms.”