I love November! There is something about the subdued hues of russet and gold underfoot or dancing against black tree trunks that weaves a subtler mood than October’s flamboyant colors. Tree branches silhouette starkly against leaden clouds while the sun tracks low in the southern sky. Under the Norway Spruces, ferns highlight their fronds with a final hint of autumn color as they bow to touch the leaf-strewn ground. English Ivy creeps across the gray stone walls still dusted with last night’s frost and pumpkins topped with caps of melting snow list against cornstalks bending damply in the wind. I breathe in the cold, earthy dampness and smell winter rising from the silent November woods.