Feels like November

I love the routine and the structure of my days and I’m so grateful for it. This morning was like many others – my weekday morning routine getting ready for work, packing my lunch, having my husband walk me to the car and then getting a big hug and kiss goodbye from him.

This morning however, as we were walking out the door we were greeted by fog - and even more special were thousands upon thousands of migrating birds.

I had to run back inside to get the camera.




My husband gets up early, and I noticed he already had some wash hung on the line.




We stood together in the mild November weather and watched the skies. The birds just kept coming and coming.

The Birds

are heading south, pulled

by a compass in the genes.

They are not fooled

by this odd November summer,

though we stand in our doorways

wearing cotton dresses.

We are watching them

as they swoop and gather—

the shadow of wings

falls over the heart.

When they rustle among

the empty branches, the trees

must think their lost leaves

have come back.

The birds are heading south,

instinct is the oldest story.

They fly over their doubles,

the mute weathervanes,

teaching all of us

with their tailfeathers

the true north.

by Linda Pastan

I thought it was beautiful.

And after one last kiss goodbye, I headed down the driveway to work.

I wave my arm out the window until my husband can’t see me anymore. It hurts to leave him sometimes, but he knows that I have to. Sometimes I come home at lunch to surprise him, like I did today.

He really needed it today, and I’m glad that I made the effort.

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The temperature dropped considerably this afternoon, and the wind picked up a bit. To go outside now, I would need a warm coat, hat and gloves. Now it feels like November!

Thanks for taking the time today to stop by my little corner of the world. It was nice to see you here.

Until tomorrow, my friends ~