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’re not tromping around the November woods, the leaves find their way into and onto your porches, sidewalks, and steps-so 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.
Tipper
The leaves are beautiful here in Ohio. I love how the maples stand out.
I have been so yearning for a trip to the mountains. Unfortunately the forest fires have warned everyone away this fall, and me with asthma, well we couldn’t take the chance.
Thankfully, next week is suppose to bring almost all of NC a good bit of rain. I pray it does come, adequately but gently, so those burned off hills don’t wash away.
Prayers everyone has a great weekend too, and a safe one.
God bless.
RB
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Tipper,
I will be so glad NOT to hear the crunch of grass, (what’s left), the crunch of leaves, or see the billows of brown dust kicking up when someone is using a mower to suck up their dry leaves and of course the gray choking haze here in the foothills from the still burning forest fires. We have been seeing helicopters flying over hauling water buckets hanging perilously on the end of lines, traveling to fires on the mountains around here.
Hopefully, next week we will finally have more than a few drops of rain. A critter, varmint or even a lone bird is a noise maker in these dry leaves. One doesn’t even have to be quiet to hear the deer walking thru the woods down to the pond.
Thanks Tipper,
ps some of our maples have been beautiful!
I really like the spicy smell of new-fallen leaves this time of year. It makes me want to go rambling over hill and dale just to see what I might see. When I was aboy I liked to find an old root wad hole drifted deep in leaves but nice and sunny then sit back and watch the fall woods. Sometimes I would go to sleep. Once I had a squirrel come within abouta foot of my head and it never knew I was there.
Tipper: WONDERFUL POSTS! The creative post by Mr. Casada certainly brings back memories of MY JOB at our little home in the Matheson Cove. Carrying in stove wood for the kitchen stove WAS MY JOB! I did not fancy that job, but now I would like to go back! THANKS FOR STIRRING UP SWEET MEMORIES! Eva Nell
November is a time of reflection and thanksgiving as the year slowly ebbs to its close. One more month to do what we need to do in this year.
Tipper,
November is my favorite month and Thanksgiving is my Favorite Holiday. I guess I’ll be snackin’ on leftovers for about 3 days. I know it was hard on you, missin’ Pap and all, but he was there in Spirit. That sad spot in you don’t ever go away, I’m living proof of that, but Time will help alot. I lost both of my parents in ’82 and ’86 but I still have those wonderful memories.
Our Christian Radio Station plays Ray and Pap every day, as well as Chitter and Chatter’s Gospel Music. And the Blind Pig Gang and The Wilsons are all favorites of mine. …Ken
November is………………..about gone!
I can’t believe I’ve won the cd! The trees in our area have been the prettiest I’ve ever seen, and I love the smell of fall-crisp air, smoke from fire places, and the clear skies.
Here in Kentucky, we didn’t have any pretty fall colors this year. I guess it’s because of the continued heat and lack of rain we had right through October. The leaves started falling early and I started the dreaded chore of mowing and raking. I give up my battle against the wind and leaves about Thanksgiving every year.
Tipper–November is a month with lots of appealing characteristics for those who love the mountains. Here are a few of them:
*November is hog-killing time–that means fresh tenderloin frying in the pan and filling the air with tempting aromas, hot biscuits awaiting sawmill gravy, crackling cornbread fragrant from the oven, and hams a-curing in the rafters.
*November is a hunter’s month–with the whitetail rut on, squirrels scampering to prepare for winter, beagles singing a hallelujah chorus hot on a cottontail’s trail, and a pointer locked tight on a grouse at the edge of an old field.
*November is groaning shelves in the cannery, apples in the bin, fodder in the shock, fallow fields awaiting the first application of poor man’s fertilizer (snow), and the quiet satisfaction of another time of planting and harvesting well done.
*November is a young boy sitting, entranced, as an old man tells him stories of when he was a boy so many decades ago.
*November is a time for nostalgia, for longing looks backwards, for dreaming, and maybe for scheming about good times yet to come.
*It’s a month of fulfillment and promise, of being prepared for winter with wood neatly cut, split, and stacked, and of knowing that another cycle of the seasons is moving ahead as sure and inexorably as time itself.
Jim Casada
This year I noticed that after the golden colors of autumn we’ve had an afterthought of deep red, even redder than usual and a longer color season than usual. I wonder if it’s because of the dry, dry season we are having.
I sure did miss Pap at our Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday!