It was weirdly warm this morning. Much to Merlin’s dismay, I didn’t need to light the stove. Outside was a fine, drizzly mist making everything just a little wet and glistening. I love this sort of morning. It is dreary in some ways, but there is something cheerful about it too. Perhaps it is that the grass looks greener…the colors seem brighter under an overcast sky. The droplets of rain capture whatever light there is, and reflect it back, magnifying it in some magical way. And the warm temperature, after a few frosty cold mornings was a very welcome change.
November can be a very bleak month in New England….colorless and gray. The Solstice nears but because it is not yet Thanksgiving, it still feels like Fall. The stores may have pushed Christmas into October..or September, but the season is not official until after Thanksgiving..or for me, until December. But the harvest is in, the the gardens are put to bed and the days are short. It is a quiet time. Most of the Fall chores are done, life has moved inside. It is a time of baking and soup making. But since it was so lovely and warm, I took a walk around the garden.
The woods are dark. The gardens sleep under a carpet of leaves. St. Francis watches over it all. This woodland garden is a resting place for many pets who have passed. I will hang bird feeders here as soon as the bears have gone to bed.
These pumpkins were in the front between the mums. They have been sampled by squirrels and chipmunks and baked by the sun. I will let them winter here, hoping for a few volunteer plants in the spring. Wouldn’t that be nice?
The brilliant red of the winterberry is a contrast to the subtle hues of Fall. It has been a very good year for winterberry. It’s bright red berries will be even more appreciated in the darkness of December. They will stand out, with the evergreens, as a sign of life…..of hope.
Nature doesn’t stop…one season follows the other…the cycle of life continues…the beauty evident to anyone who takes the time to notice.