in mid November...
steamy cups of hot tea in the early morning light. sometimes I get the fire going first, sometimes not. usually I plug in the white twinkly lights. it's best when all three are enjoyed at once. I've discovered I quite like dandelion root tea with cream and sometimes a splash of maple syrup. now that it's clear we'll have plenty of syrup to more than see us through until we tap again I've been a bit more liberal with its use.
it's 28 degrees out now and I can hear the wind whooshing around the house and up and down the street, teasing stalwart leaves from their branches and lifting up anything that isn't fastened down. which brings to mind the plastic covering on the beds....... fairly well fastened, I'm quite sure. according to the weather channel the low tonight will dip down to 17 and we've got a 50% chance of snow.
I can't recall a November this consistently cold. the woodpile, though still plentiful, has dwindled a bit over the last couple of weeks. noticeably so. so far November is cold and a bit sharp, but beautiful all the same. the early morning light calls to me to rise early but the biting cold of morning in a home heated by wood (and inhabited by humans who do not rise at night to keep stoking the fire) keeps me burrowed under the covers a while longer. there has been pumpkin pie and a lantern-walk, some reading and working and real efforts by this mama to get sweating. I went for a trail run and, surprisingly, mostly loved it. there is farm school and ballet for the little one. the chickens, despite having extra bedding and food and love (and we've even for the first time ever put a light in their coop on a timer) have been on strike for a few weeks. I pick kale and lettuces and parsley and radishes and carrots from the garden and I bring in some raspberry leaf and comfrey to dry. I see a stray bee now and again on warmer days. papa is home from his trip and so we're back to a household of three. which is nice.
bundle up, hunker down. tis' the season.