If ever there was a month to be described as cruel, November should be the one. The colours of amber, gold and red have fallen to their death. The rains are cold and the winds penetrate through overcoats. It is so difficult finding a way to stay warm.
November 1st, All Saints’ Day follows Halloween which is a colourful, albeit scary at times, day. But the eve of November is filled with sweets, dancing, parties, dressing up for all ages and feeling youthful.
She used to love to dress up walking her children to trick or treat giving the excuse she didn’t want anyone to recognize her and give more to her children…hogwash! she was just taking care of her inner child and loved the dressing up and disguising her face as much as the children did.
And then, the month of November followed…dark too early moving back to regular time…why the heck did they advance it to begin with? Saskatchewan is one province that makes sense with keeping regular time all year round; the shock would not be so bad!! It is so cruel from one day to the next the sun sets two hours earlier!! The days are shorter, and rarely snow on the ground until end of the month or December making it dark, damp and depressing…there you go, 3D’s = cruel month.
nature’s cruel charade November teatime in the dark
It’s been getting colder in the past week. Nights have dipped below freezing point and she has mixed feelings about that. Ragweed allergies will finally cease; daytime walks are still splattered with colours but the nights walking home from her late shifts will now be cold.
On her way back from her favourite grocery, Thai Foo, greens in her backpack, she cannot not help but notice sweeping changes with nature around her. Many trees have lost most of their leaves, and the late bloomers who also shed the latest, still hold some beautiful colours. The yellow turned to a dark orangey tint, the maples were an even brighter red and one tree she could not name had yellowed leaves with dark brown strips of seeds hanging. It truly looked like a Hallowe’en decoration. How totally apropos, she thought.
She knew there was about a week left of signs of life through tints and hues. After October 31st…the goblins will have eaten up most of life’s colours. November will prowl like rodents lurking garbage bins; life will appear barren day by day. She admires the last photos she took today, wishing this week could drag on a few more months. Le mois des morts(the month of the dead) is what they call November in her region.