It was a perfect November weekend here ... a family dinner on Saturday so the New York relatives could spend some time with my parents, a birthday celebration on Sunday for my husband, and on both days, the kind of weather that reminds you the seasons really have changed. There was a coating of snow both mornings, and sometimes the sun would come out, then the sky would get dark and it would snow like crazy, then it would stop. Oh, and there was that whole extra hour! I love that. I wish that could happen more than once a year.
When I was cleaning up the gardens a week ago (and apparently in the nick of time) I dug up some herbs in hopes I could keep them at least through late fall. So this is my November garden. If we don't get too much graupel, it could even be a December garden.
In what felt like a milestone for me, I got a call from someone who owns a store ... they were just getting out their Christmas merchandise and wondered if I wanted to take a peek first. Well, sure. Once my parents left for home this morning, I went out to do a little last-minute birthday shopping and swung by the store. There were just enough pretty ornaments to make me happy. As I left the store with my box, it started snowing again, and when I got in the car, I switched the radio to the station that starts playing Christmas music on Nov. 1. I know it's wrong. But I only listened for a few minutes. My husband likes to refer to his birthday as the beginning of the festive holiday season, and today, I think he had it exactly right.