Wednesday, November 30, 2016

November Goes

I have had some inquiries lately... "are you still there, Birrd?  Have you given up blogging?"

Yes, I am still here, and no, I haven't given up blogging.  It's just one of the many things that I always seem to be chasing after lately, things which dance laughingly out of my grasp right when I think I finally have them cornered.  "Tomorrow, then.  Surely I can find some time tomorrow."  Was my last post really back in October?  Yikes.  Please tell me it also wasn't October when I last paid my utility bills because it probably was....

And so November has slipped past.  It's been a lovely month, despite the whirlwind tempo of my life.  I really love November.  It doesn't seem like it should be over yet, since we are having quite a lot of very vibrant late-autumn color here in Kansas right now.  The oaks and the Bradford pears right now are just glorious.  I took this just this evening in my very own backyard:

So it doesn't seem quite right that everyone's putting up Christmas trees and lights already.  I wish we could push Christmas back to the end of January to stretch things out a bit.

I shall just endeavor to savor fall and enjoy the Christmas season at the same time, weird as that feels to me.

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.

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