The last few years, however, I’ve made a conscious effort to find things about November to appreciate. Even though every year I’m dying to get out on my cross-country skis or lace up my skates, the idea of wishing away an entire month of the year seems kind of sad.
The intense mist that rises off of the rivers and lakes in the mornings. In Albert County, we know fog like the back of our hand, but when the air temperature drops and bodies of water remain slightly warmer, the fog and mist seem a little extra heavy and striking.
Those moments that really highlight the crossroads in the seasons; like the last few bright red berries hanging on to their stalks, or the days when there’s snow in the hills but not in the valleys.
Having the time to start getting excited about Christmas without having to think about decorating or last minute shopping. November is usually when my creative and DIY muscles are flexed the most, dreaming up and creating the best homemade gifts.
Waking up to a heavy frost in the fields and on the trees. The feeling of breathing in cool, crisp air that truly wakes us up in the morning as soon as we step outside.
Quiet trails and empty outdoor spaces that make us feel like we have the whole world to ourselves. There’s something really special about hiking a trail and not seeing another human the entire time.
Getting out your wool socks and coziest blankets and curling up with a good book and a cup of tea.
And, most importantly, accepting that it’s time to fire up the wood stove.