A November Greeting

Postcard Photos from this week

It is a cold day, a raw day, a turn on the heat, and a make-soup-from-scratch day. It is a November day.

When we walked at the pond this morning, the clouds were heavy and gray. The trees, suddenly bare. It was as if someone had flipped a switch, and we were immediately into the eleventh month.

The clocks will change tonight. That means our mornings will become brighter — at least for a while — and all will be dark by 4:30 pm or so.

Here in the mountains, the gloom begins even earlier, though, as the sleepy sun falls behind the western hills an hour before sunset.

Truro in the off-season is about as Olde New England as you can get.
I find that to be romantic. We’ll split our twice-daily walks
between the beaches along the Cape Cod National Seashore and
the scrubby pines of the forested trails. Then there will be those quick
escapes to our local graveyard, which feels cozy and bewitched.

As I’ve aged, what I’ve learned through our winter travels is that cold temperatures don’t bother me, bu…