November is not my favorite month. I know lots of lovely people who were born in November, so please don't take my dislike of November personally. My feelings about this month are absolutely no reflection on you!
I don't like November because the brightness and crispness of October fade into coldness, dreariness, starkness, and darkness. The newness of the school year fades into routine. Skies are typically leaden. Evenings come too soon. Snow does not yet brighten the landscape. Winter is looming ahead.
I'm trying to find things to like about November. Thanksgiving, of course, is good. Beginning to prepare for Christmas is good. The rare sunny day in November, with its pale, watery blue sky is good. Being relieved of yard work, and not yet having to shovel snow, is good.
I will try to think of November like this tree I embroidered: bare, but with spots of brightness to see, if I pick up my head and look for them.
( Pattern by Clover)