… November is my least favourite month of the year. If it happens to be when you celebrate your birthday or anniversary or any other occasion that’s important to you, please don’t take it personally. My distaste for November has nothing to do with you.
I don’t like it because it’s dreary. Dull. Sure, there’s the odd sunny day, but mostly it’s grey and damp and dismal. The days get shorter. It gets dark earlier. Piles of leaves cover the roads and sidewalks and lawns, leaving bare, sad-looking branches in their wake. And when it rains, which it often does, the leaves become slimy and they stick to your shoes. They also make it slippery to walk.
Cold as it may be, winter’s snow-covered streets and trees are pretty. Buds poking up from the still-dark earth in Spring fill one with joy, hope and anticipation. Summer’s extended hours of daylight are energizing. Autumn’s colourful landscape takes your breath away and really, it’s when Mother Nature is at her most creative.
Then there’s November. It’s neither here nor there. Fall’s really over but it’s not yet winter. It’s that in-between time that makes me feel like I’m in an abyss. It’s too bland for me. In an attempt to “brighten” things up, I’m sometimes tempted to turn the lights on, even during the day, but it doesn’t help.
My reaction to November is visceral. It makes me sleepy and lethargic. I tend to procrastinate more. My get up and go takes a nose dive. The spring leaves my step. I shiver, even if it’s not that cold.
My joints feel it and when I first get up in the morning I’m stiff. I have to force myself to seize the day and to be honest, some days I don’t.
Shades of grey can be beautiful and interesting. It’s one of the reasons why I love black and white photography.
But I don’t find that drama in November’s grey. There are no sharp contrasts between dark and light. No hard edges. It’s monochromatic. It’s monotonous. It needs a splash of fuchsia.
So, for that matter, do I.
I love November here. Autumn is still in full swing and even on the dull, rainy days…of which there are many… there is so much colour.
December, now… that’s pretty much your November 😉
Yes, you’re lucky. A friend of mine who has recently moved to London has been sharing the most spectacular photos.
One good storm now though and the trees will be bare.
I know, but for as long as they last, enjoy!
Yes, but for as long as they last, enjoy.
I do 🙂
I feel the same way about November, really loathe it. That said, I’m not a fan of winter either (I find snow rather depressing except for the first few hours of it). I find myself seeking out lots of colour as soon as November arrives. Fuschia… now that’s an idea!
Truth be told I’m not a winter enthusiast either. But at least when it first snows and it hasn’t gone all grey and disgusting, it’s pretty. I’m hard pressed to find anything positive to say about November 😊 but fuschia definitely could help it 😊
I hear you! Time for a coffee chat?
Definitely! Will PM you.
A month has now passed, on this side of the pond we are in the depths of winter some days are like an extension of night.
On this side of the pond it’s been a bit schizophrenic. One day sunny and mild, the next day grey and very cold, the next sun, rain, ice and snow within minutes of each other and on it goes. Today it is bitter cold and very windy and apparently we have snow squalls on the way.
Now that is a concoction Fransi, hope you are safe and well and the fridge well stocked.
I am safe and well, thank you Chris. The fridge is pretty well stocked. I am lucky. I am within walking distance of several grocery stores, tons of restaurants and a few subway stops away from many more. And the subway is just down the street from where I live. I am not surrounded by beautiful nature like you are, but there are conveniences galore.
We live 12 miles to the right of one town 19 miles to the left of another and 3 miles on either side of the nearest village with no street lighting until we come in sight of either village, darkness falls at around 4:30 but the silence is golden.
It sounds glorious Chris. The older I get the more I appreciate peace and quiet.
Yes it has its advantages Fransi.
In case we don’t connect again this year, Chris, have a wonderful Christmas and a happy, healthy, peaceful and prolific 2020!
Many happy returns Fransi, I’ll be around for the next few days before settling in for Christmas festivities, but of course you may message me, until whenever blessings from this side of the pond.
Thank you Chris. Enjoy!