` November's Mirth `
How beautiful it was, that smell of death, those scents that only decaying leaves can yield, those musky odors that rise from the darkened earth as lifeless waste, with damp aromas of wet soil with brown and yellow leaves absorbing into my senses gently as the season stirred into a late Autumn chill....
Listening to those lingering birds serenading delicate songs from withering trees, embracing November's arriving mirth ushering in with it tantalizing fragrances filling my nose with smells of curling chimney smoke, decaying matter, and things baking in ovens....
Aah, November stirring our imaginations like no other, reminding us to slow and to be thankful....
-sjbeaux
Art - Andrew Wyeth
"November First" 1950
- thoughts -
November it’s a season all to itself. The calming reminder that death happens, pausing is a good thing, and the time of renewal is already in place.
- inspiration -
Andrew Wyeth's "November First" 1950
Depicting tattered cornstalks in a harvested field, "November First" captures the cold damp of late autumn, portraying the inevitable cycles of decay and renewal.
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