It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the Vineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let the great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. -L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
If October is an extrovert—with its wild winds and haunted houses—then November is an introvert, safe inside at last after a seemingly never ending party. With November also comes Thanksgiving, yes, but politics-at-the-dinner-table aside, there's a newfound stillness and serenity that arrives on the first of November, only after the last of the Jack-o'-lantern candles have been blown out. November is the quiet after the spooky storm, the hush before sleigh bells ring. November is citrine against a gray sky, the nip on your nose after a stroll at sundown. It's handmade fingerless gloves, crawling underneath an electric blanket, hugging with a jacket barrier between bodies. November is my favorite of the autumn months because it shows instead of tells, because it doesn't need to be loud for people to understand its beauty. It just dances, and you can't help but watch in awe.
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Happy Scorpio season, friends! These next few weeks will be perfect for quiet contemplation. Don't be afraid to get deep—both with those you care about and yourself. And while we're on the subject, I have just the playlist to get you in the Scorpio state of mind. Like Scorpio, the playlist is both peaceful and profound. Be sure to listen to it at night, anytime this month.
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I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween! I sure did. Saturday was my dress up day. I shimmied into my bunny costume, plastered on some makeup that I still have yet to fully remove, and hit the town with friends. Halloween night was a completely different story, though. Matthew and I stayed inside, drank hot cocoa, and watched Cabinet of Curiosities. I also spent a lot of time crocheting warm accessories in preparation for the colder weeks ahead. It was just what we needed after a long and eventful weekend.
Because we were so busy with Halloween shenanigans this past weekend, we didn't end up having an autumnal picnic like I said we were going to in last week's blog post. We rescheduled it for tomorrow, which just so happens to be my birthday. I can hardly wait to sprawl out on a blanket, drink apple cider, and have some good ol' fashioned autumn fun.
I know that after Halloween, many of you skip over the rest of fall and begin decorating your homes with twinkling lights and garland—and I can't blame you; I mean, I spend pretty much the entire year in anticipation of autumn, so who am I to judge a Christmas Connoisseur? I will, however, continue to post on the site once a week until Thanksgiving, and although I'd love for you to stick around, I completely understand if you're just too excited for Santa and snow. I'll catch you next year. :)
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Autumn must have tempted my parents to take a stroll down memory lane, because last Thursday my dad sent me a plethora of fall photos from my childhood. Attached is my favorite, a little snapshot of my mom holding me, both of us sporting seasonal sweaters. Funnily enough, one of my earliest memories of autumn is of my mom wearing that exact cardigan. Some things you just can't shake. If you'd like, you can take a look at more childhood photos on covenstead.
Until next week, stay cozy.
With warmth and whimsy,
Cat
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