I’ve never much cared for November. Just like its early-spring counterpart, March, November is generally gray, and ugly, and muddy, and really I’d prefer that it didn’t exist. Except for that one day the other weekend when we spent an afternoon playing in the leaves with our neighbors and their granddaughter. I haven’t done that in so long, I really don’t remember ever doing it before. Molly was skeptical that this was “fun” and not “flailing around to signal danger”, but we managed to convince her that we were fine and that she should sit still for a picture or two.
Leaf-jumping fun aside, I’m so ready for December. My Christmas shopping is almost done and we’re going to cut down our tree this weekend…goodbye November, let the December celebrations begin!