This first day of November dawned to a thick fog. Beautiful, but not what i wanted to see, By lunch time i was outside, making trenches fo my compostables , while i still can, before the ground freezes solid.
Under a bright blue sky with wispy clouds. The breeze was almost warm...."oh, stay please stay" for a few more days, for once i would like to go into the winter a few steps ahead of everything, anything that needs doing. One foot in front of the other, i keep saying to myself, and i keep hoping for a long stretch of good days.
Last night was the first time we fired up the stoker..... dancing flames, like the flames of the sun, the suns warmth weakens every day, the nights get longer and darker, more silent, except for the wind and the coyotes.
The sun will be setting soon, disappearing behind the pines and spruces on the hilltop, winking goodnight to us. And here it begins, in stillness November isn't just the start of a new year it's a time to think . Though you do not see of feel the changes taking place, they are still thereso be open to them.
A new year is a time of preparation, change and discovery, remembrance, and gratitude and appreciation and most of all thinking.
Thank you to my dear friend Anne E Mosse, for her input.
