According to John Parris November is:
Valleys drifted with leaves, crisp and rattly in the wind. It’s the hills from Watauga to Cherokee berry-bright and firelight-gay. It’s the friendliness of wind-tossed smoke, stealing from hearth and chimney. It’s the season turning from gold to gray.
I whole heartedly agree with Mr. Parris. Even if you don’t get out in the woods-this time of the year the leaves find their way into and onto your porches, sidewalks, steps-so that everyone can relate to the valley of drifted leaves crisp and rattly. If you’re driving anywhere in western NC this time of the year-simply look out your car window to see those berry bright and firelight colors. And although we haven’t built a fire yet this season-I’ve noticed more than a few chimneys putting out smoke on my way to and fro as the season turns from gold to gray.