About November and me

by Terry Cicala

I find myself liking the month of November more and more every year.  I thought about this one day and came to the conclusion that favorite months may coincide with one's particular season of life.

May is my birthday month so it was of course my first favorite month.  It is the month when the air becomes deliciously scented with lilacs and peonies...it is the month of proms and pretty dresses and love. It is a month that joyfully reminds me that the world as old as it is, is still young and sometimes foolish. May was my favorite then...

 August stole my heart. Maybe it was the fireflies in late summer blinking like Christmas lights or mayb it was the sound of the crickets chirping at night that made me choose this month as my favorite.  Yes,  August is special...and always reminds me that summers go quickly. August was my favorite month...

Until the day I saw a Charles Wysocki calendar at Barnes and Noble.  OCTOBER's page mesmerized me. It was like seeing all the women in my family at the same time.  His scene was a depiction of a turn of the century woman blowing a supper horn to call her family home for dinner.  She was on the front lawn with her beautiful Victorian home in the background.  Pumpkins landscaped the front walk and the glow of the sunset doused the entire painting with persimmon and gold.   The October page is one of my favorite things but October is no longer my favorite month.  These days a  month I rarely gave more than two hoots about suddenly took the center stage...

November...November, humble November is now my favorite month.

It begins by honoring ALL SAINTS and remembering our dear Souls who have passed on.  It celebrates the birthdays of some of my favorite people.  November hosts my favorite holiday, too, which is THANKSGIVING!  November is reverent and reserved yet it can be in its own unassuming way very outspoken. 

 If I had to give November a color it would be Pilgrim gray, not because November is drab but more because it is a month of the brave and sturdy.  Its mascots are windy nights and bare branched trees.  It is a month of reminders and of lessons.  Its rusty colored oak leaves that will not let go of their branches until May are a philosophy in themselves and something to ponder...

Why the hoopla for November?  I don't really know except that it reminds me now of where I am in life and what my life is suppose to be  about: humility, remembrance, thanksgivng and...love.


All About Me

Well, not just about me.


Life...

this blog...

never just about me...and that is how it is suppose to be...

This blog will be about us, you and me...and maybe a dog named Flea...for sure a dog named Cosmo and a cat named Mon Ami...

It will be about bluebirds in the Spring...lyrics I grew up with from songs that in my heart still sing...

Windy days in March...warm rain from clouds in August skies...Aunt Cynthia's cookie recipe...secrets about making the best apple pies...

There may be blogs about the three I ADMIRE THE MOST: THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY GHOST...(love that line from Don McLean)...

Dylan, Sinatra, Porter, Miller,  Miss Ella and Lady Billie, too...Mary, Martha and Elizabeth may even join the crew...

messages from loved ones passed...even some lessons from living "old dogs", too... 

So...

Spirit move...Love behoove...

this blog...

finding moments of grace...from me to  you. 











 





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