November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.
(Louisa May Alcott)
I googled 'November' to see if I could find some lovely prose to welcome this month of thanksgiving. It seems not many poets have a lot of nice things to say about November. They use words like 'dismal,' 'dull,' and 'gloomy,' to describe this next to the last breath of the year. I felt downright depressed after reading Richard Henry Stoddard's take on the coming month.
"The wild November come at last
Beneath a veil of rain;
The night winds blows its folds aside,
Her face is full of pain.
The latest of her race, she takes
The Autumn's vacant throne:
She has but one short moon to live,
And she must live alone."
- (Richard Henry Stoddard, November)
I've always taken a kinder view of November. It's the month that is celebrated with Chrysanthemums and yellow topaz gems. November is Adoption Awareness Month, Caregivers Appreciation Month, and National Peanut Butter Lovers Month! Some pretty cool people were born in November, including Carl Sagan, Mark Twain, and Marie Curie.
A month of gratitude, it is a benevolent time, for honoring our veterans, and remembering people and things for which we give thanks. Yes, the brilliant colors of October have faded, and the trees stand stark against the sky. But I love the feeling of being pulled indoors where it's warm and cozy, to curl up with a book, start a knitting project, and pull out some recipes for soups and stews. I feel a renewed appreciation for hearth and home.
So, instead of succumbing to William Bryant's "bleak November winds" and "the melancholy days, the saddest of the year," I'm going to attempt a gratitude challenge to honor November as it should be.
I pulled a list of prompts off of Pinterest. The prompt for today is Food.
I am filled with gratitude for my husband, who prepares the coffee maker before he goes to work, so that when I get up there is a fresh, hot pot of coffee all ready for me. It truly is the best part of waking up.