Let me tell you a tale of a November in central Minnesota where the skies are blue but the air is brisk. The snows came early and and ice formed when it started to recede from view. Birds flew south and the lakes and ponds formed a skim of ice at first and then the clear ice looked a dark blue as the early evening sky. Frost paints the windows in the night and they sparkle like crystal when the sunlight finally arrives and shines upon them.
The land has fallen asleep and will soon be covered in a comforting blanket of white that will last well into March and April. Winter has returned once again and your breath appears in the morning air just like smoke from a fire escaping from a chimney. Fireplaces are lit in the hopes of keeping us warm and beds have taken on an extra blanket or two. Meals are a bit heavier and it was Momma’s way of helping us fight off the cold. It’s a ritual hand down from one generation to the next.
The year is passing quickly and the days grow shorter and shorter as we get closer to the end. The longest season that we experience is here once again.