In truth, I’m not actually sure that November even likes November.
This eleventh month of the calendar year is full of contradictions and losses.
In addition, its warm/cold, windy/calm, wet/dry personality is a toxic witches' brew of unpredictable opposites and longings for what used to be.
“There is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when ... it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods ... for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”
– Anne of Windy Poplars by Lucy Maude Montgomery, Canadian author (1874-1942)
Even November's place among the seasons seems puzzling to me. Clearly, it doesn’t belong to summer, is way too contrary for fall and much too murky to be a child of winter. That, along with a heaping serving of seasonal darkness, helps explain why this naked, blustery month ranks so low on my list of favorites.
… No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member,
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds.
Thomas Hood, British Humorist & Poet (1799 - 1845)
And that's when the magic happened!
Viewfinder: Who knew an undressed forest could actually contain so much interest, depth-of-field and delightful definition. Countless pillars of sleeping trees appeared as stately sculptures painted in a thousand shades of black and brown. Once immersed in this surreal image of nature, it was easy to imagine tumbling into an iconic Ansel Adams' photograph.
Color Palette: By the time November arrived, I so missed the familiar colors of spring, summer and fall, it was hard to notice the extraordinary brushstokes of colors within this month. With the grandeur of their subtle differences, I wondered how I overlooked November's earthen palette in the first place.
People & Animal Watching: During the season of dark and cold, there are definitely less creatures crossing your path in the woods, but lots more opportunities for quiet reflection and appreciation. While I hate using pop culture words like mindful, a November walk within Jeffrey Woods truly offers the very mindful gifts of here and now.
Super Power Senses: With less visual distractions, a walk in a November woods fuels the soul and super charges the gifts of vision, hearing, smell and touch. And on that - you can depend!
deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
... let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
- Anne of Green Gables
by Lucy Maude Montgomery, Canadian Author (1874-1942)
In every outdoor space there is magic waiting to be found - even in November.
This month, discover the subtle and extraordinary beauty that is Jeffrey Woods!
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