It’s November in New England, a very special month for my family. My son’s twelfth birthday is in a few days and the day after that marks sixteen years of marital bliss for Thomas and I. The love I have for these guys is inexplicable, more than I could ever put into words.
November is the month of Thanksgiving and we have so much to be thankful for.
Queen Anne’s Lace leaves are still poking through the dry and browning leaves.
Tiny rose hips lend color to the muted landscape.
A single poplar leaf is bright in contrast to the dirt of a meandering trail.
The shining sun gives a golden hue to the leaves that are still holding on.
Autumn is acorn harvest time.
Chilly nights and rainy mornings call for a fire in the wood-stove.
Fires in the wood-stove call for a steady supply of fire-wood.
Sweet treats in the shape of the ever falling oak leaves can be made with the processed harvest of acorns.
The blue sky and white clouds can now be easily seen through the bare branches of our mighty maple tree.
I am forever thankful for all this life has to offer.