November is here!

November is here

Autumn disappears

Father Frost comes near

I like November.

I like the long evenings

filled with books, tea and good conversations.

I like the cold mornings

the mist and the promises.

I like the last leaves falling

the first snow and the woolen socks.

I like Swedish stuff,

from amazing design to Pippi Longstock.

I like the wind

whispering about adventures and unknown places.

I like watching old movies,

and eating speculaas.

I like the smell of bonfires,

hot chocolate, apples and oranges.

I like the scarfs and the tights and warm woolen mittens.

And I know it hasn't to do anything with November

But I really like Julie Andrews, red shoes and deers.

"November comes

And November goes,

With the last red berries

And the first white snows.

With night coming early,

And dawn coming late,

And ice in the bucket

And frost by the gate.

The fires burn

And the kettles sing,

And earth sinks to rest

Until next spring."

- Clyde Watson

"How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly

Until they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air

Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

Exhausted, drop to earth below

To wait, like children, for the snow."

- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

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