November :: The Space Between

Oh November. All at once you are here, arriving promptly after Halloween with nary a moment to accept the change. It seems we went from long days outside to many blissful days of nesting inside. Beds seem harder to leave in the morning, out of reluctance to leave the sun filled spaces, the warm flannel sheets and layers of quilts. In this house, changes are happening all around us, all good, but change and I have never seen eye to eye, and I find myself seeking known, cozy, well-trod corners for comfort. November-not quite anything. Not autumn. Not like October is autumn. The harvest meal of thanks always feels too late. And it's not yet Yule. And yet, the days fill with the busyness of putting by the last harvest, visiting friends, new beginnings, renewing spaces, preparing for the next season. November is all those things, yet it also provides us with a time to pause, to reflect and transition. November signifies change and yet it's the last stop before a new year rushes upon us, it's the half birthdays of my children and the month of lavender sunsets at 5pm.

Here is our November, that space between.

The bed taunts. Quit taunting, bed.



5pm, time to close the shutters.



Odd sighting in downtown Portland.



Alex bottles all that wine.





Time with friends.



The beach.


Remembering.


Cracking myself up.


My new favorite meme, Privilege Denying Dude.


Origami unschool class, here, taught by fellow unschooler, Ben, who is fabulous.




Where we'll be at midnight, tonight.


And this weekend we take Olivia to her second stint at MIT's Splash!

from François @ Edito.qc.ca's