"But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods...for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them."
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars
My daughter and I are now reading the fourth novel in the Anne series - fourth in Anne's chronology, that is - and the above quote was nestled in the first paragraph of last night's chapter. The space between branch dressings is smaller and earlier in this part of the country; it ended at some point just before this morn. Coincidence? Most definitely. But having that lovely thought in my head helped sooth the stress that comes from trying to locate the mittens and wondering who's boots will still fit from last year. That first snow cover always catches me unawares. This year, though, the trees were mainly ready for the change.
Stay warm, friends.