Grey November

It's spitting snow again today. The wind is blowing. It's a typical, raw November day- the kind that leaves you chilled to the bone if you're outside too long.

The dogs don't seem to mind it too much. In fact, all the animals seem to have a burst of energy when the cold weather sets in. The horses trot, canter, and throw their heads back and forth. The dogs run, and jump and play. Even the chickens still want to flap around outside, rather then huddle up in the warm chicken coop.  Maybe they know Winter will soon be here, when the choice of enjoying the great outdoors is a moot point, and things boil down to simple survival.

For me, it's a time of reflection. The calm before the storm of excitement and business (read BUSY ness) that is Christmas. It's nostalgia, and gratefulness with a heavy dose of reflection thrown in. It's November.