I treasure all the autumn months, but there is an undeniable honesty about November that calls to me. Once the Halloween winds strip the last of the trees bare, the last of the fall colors lie in piles on the ground, what remains are the bones, the true structures of nature. With only hints of October cold interspersed throughout other warm days, November air is clean and clear and bracing. Breathing it in breathes life into me.
I used to love November.
November sees the overlap of bird season and deer season, the first snows of the year, friendship and camaraderie. It’s been an important month for me for all of my adult life, and
