I truly love November for the numbness, calmness and appeasement it brings. This time I'm a bit (a lot) in disharmony with myself, I don't like my hair length and my window view (two very important things). They both might change soon, and I try to deal with them. November is a time when fairy tales get closer than ever, when all that weird little creatures gradually encircle you. You can notice them in fallen leaves and between the branches if you'd look closer. It's time for Marsh Crone to brew her beer, for all little beings it's a time to get ready for winter. For those-who-cannot-be-called by-name it's a season of acquiring power. Magic time, though.
For me personally it's a time of apple pies and silence. I have herbal tea (cassis, fireweed, meadowsweet and clover), I see two jays in a neighbours garden, it's the first time I see them, before there were only turtledoves and magpies. On the other day we were in a middle age castle, mom bought for me a porcupine quill at the market.
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