Ah November. The maples and birch have lost their leaves. The sky is now a wistful shade of blue. The bright flowers of summer are gone. The light is at that great angle where everything is more pronounced. And--yes--the October snow has melted--but that is another story. Instead it is the time to watch, to wait, to observe the splendors of this season.
In the distance, Massamont is soft in shades of brown and gold protecting the village of Shelburne Falls that I love so dearly. While the Bridge of Flowers is officially closed for the season, on bright sunny days it is still open. A good time to stroll, to look at the wonderful complex colors of November. So brilliant and subtle. So unexpected. Just look at these leaves--so many colors of red.
The surprise purples and mauves.
Tiny purple berries. Each so precious. Like gems.
The shapes. The movements of the yuccas and kale.
Oh there is so much more I could capture. So much more to observe. The carefully selected stones. The bending shapes of the vines. Berries against the blue of the river.
But instead I must head to my new studio. Use my inspiration to choose fabrics for a new quilt. After all, soon the light will be even darker. It will be the time of fire and light and the crisp night stars. Although maybe tomorrow again I will walk across the Bridge again. I mean shouldn't one enjoy these colors while we still have them?
What do you think? Do the colors of November inspire you? What have you seen?
I love your post. There is so much to really see and in really seeing it, we can't help but be thankful. Realizing that life is about what we have, not what we don't is the best gift.
ReplyDeleteGratitude comes in so many ways.
Winters quiet, contemplative time is near, but for now, we have a new palette!
Thanks Ann!