Maybe it is a good thing that November kind of slid under the radar, came and went and only now in mid December am I revisiting and posting a few snapshots. Why would I infer that it is not a favourite month? Maybe this quote helps to define that a little.
That soft autumnal time...
The woodland foliage now
Is gathered by the wild November blast...
~John Howard Bryant (1807-1902), "The Indian Summer"
And then there are these two photos taken a day apart.
During that short winter blast of snow the grandkids did their best to frolic in the moment.
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| Four granddaughters - four angels! |
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| Olaf, the creepy snowman with cucumber eyes. |
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| Olaf being amended by a boy cousin. |
The snow had but all been scraped together to create Olaf the little snowman when another grandson came with winter gear and begged us to play outdoors. I reluctantly bundled up and walked to the park where there was still a field of untrodden white. The day turned to joy watching grandson and Grampa playing together while I stood back capturing the fun on my camera.
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A small family dinner turned into a work of art when I asked 12 year old Kyla to set the table.
The napkins took on personality plus!
Between seasons Beauty
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And then there were these two cousin/buddies ..... don't let this calmness under the Christmas tree fool you. They were up in a flash when they heard that cookies and milk were being served. Full of vim and vinegar!
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When dark December glooms the day,
And takes our autumn joys away...
~Walter Scott
And now that December is half over and we have had dreary, dark days , I look back on the colours of November and realize it was good.
1 comment:
Love the way you capture the beauty of the season intermingled with the creativity and fun of your grandchildren.
Catherine
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