The Open Road Beckons, But First…Dear November

Even during our favorite month, Cape Cod beckons.

"But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them."  ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars 

November has grown to be my favorite. It wasn't always so. I used to dread the growing darkness and the ghostly forest, the nips of cold hinting at a lengthy winter. But as I've weathered the years myself and come to appreciate stillness, I've fallen in love with the quietest month.

There is never a time when I appreciate mugs of tea and bowls of steaming soup, sweaters, fleece, extra blankets on the bed, and the creaking sound of baseboards heating up after a long night's rest as I do now. With the sun setting so early, I find more coziness in the refuge of home life, in books, and in long hot baths. Falling asleep is easier this time of yea…