“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets,
parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea,
passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
The flavor, fragrance and feel of November is as complex as it is intoxicating. The faint scent of decay as Mother Nature prepares for a season of respite reminds us of the promise of rebirth and fortuity in the year to come.
Be hopeful, be thankful, be inspired.