Where I live, November is a transition month. Fall is still hanging on by a thread, but winter is tugging on that thread. The trees are half naked, and the remaining leaves shine brightly with brilliant colors. I do love the color of the fall leaves, although their death saddens me.
My son has a birthday in November, so there is something to celebrate! I’m in complete denial that he is going to be twenty-six. That makes my own age too real to me!
Of course there is Thanksgiving. I have always loved Thanksgiving. I have fond memories of being at my grandparent’s house on that day. It was something we looked forward to the entire year. They lived in a small mobile home, and it was very crowded with people, but that just added to the excitement. I can almost smell the wonderful aroma of cooking food as I type this. Later, my mom took over the big meal and the good times continued. This year, my daughter and I are going to do the entire dinner. I’ve never been much of a cook, but I get by. This should be interesting.