Some groan at the thought of “another” November on the horizon, cold and dark. Not I! There are so many reasons to rejoice in this glorious time of year, aren’t there?
To see the structure of the trees again, like old friends, and whatever light we have never goes unappreciated. And at night, the stars, my God! The birds at the feeders and others flying high and toward the south. A garden put to bed. Garlic planted. Wet wool, frost on windows, warm blankets. Soon snow! The list is long, much longer than November can hold.
Still Learning To See 
I’m listening to the wind right now, as the leaves whirl–I like this line by Aldo Leopold in terms of November 🙂
“The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum,
the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on….
A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.”
– Aldo Leopold
John: Your words are good for the soul! as are your captured images. Thanks!