The days are decidedly shorter and the nights much much longer. Halloween's been and gone, Guy Fawkes night went up in a sparkle of fireworks last night, and Christmas seems to be just around the corner.
November is the month that I think I should start and finish writing my Christmas cards, although inevitably it comes and goes and the Christmas cards barely get done in time, if at all. I've been known to send them out as New Years' greetings.
We've had some frost, we've had one snowfall, and everywhere is damp and chilly. Some leaves are still clinging to the branches of trees, but they're displaying colours from gold to brown with every shade of red between.
To me, November feels like a lull, before the busy December festivities get going. A time to prepare and gather up energy. A time to take a deep breath and relax a little.
