November Already?

Remember maybe 4 years ago when it didn't snow until January? There was that chill in the air, everything looked frozen, but the snow had yet to fall. That was the winter when I lived in Logan, and every morning when I'd walk to school, I'd always have the anticipation of when the Winter would start. But, I didn't want it to. I loved the slow change of seasons.

And, now, every morning when I leave my house, usually around 8:03- to be exact, I don't have to scrape anything off my windows, don't hear the squishing of snow, and, I don't have to wear socks with my shoes...

I love how the leaves are still turning their reds, yellows, and oranges, and how the trees aren't completely bare.

Although, I do love a White Christmas, I'd just like to enjoy this weather a little longer.

Here's a poem by Robert Frost, suggesting this feeling much better than I could ever do:

'My November Guest'

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.