I realize that the first day of fall in North America is in September, yet for me the summer does not officially end until today, November 1.
It is the same every year. Until then there is a feeling in the air; summer is hanging on for dear life and does not want to let go. The sun wants to keep warming us, the leaves hang onto their small places on the trees.
Something chilly takes over. The sun rests.
I know this isn't actually true, yet there is something in me that believes our ancestors thought this too.
Maybe they lived by instinct a bit more than we do, or maybe it just had something to do with the end of harvest season, but now it feels like winter is around the corner, and we should take a bit more care to be home, snuggled up with our loved ones under a big puffy blanket drinking something warm.
So welcome November--welcome fall.
(November also kicks of NaNoWriMo and PiBoIdMo for fellow picture book writers--check out Tara Lazar's explanation and sign up HERE. Yes! We kids book writers can have fun with this too!)
See you there!