How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring! ~Edwin Way Teale, Circle of the Seasons, 1953

We seldom think of November in terms of beauty or any other specially satisfying tribute. November is simply that interval between colorful and dark December. Then, nearly every year, come a few November days of clear, crisp weather that makes one wonder why November seldom gets its due.
      There is the November sky, clean of summer dust, blown clear this day of the urban smog that so often hazes autumn....
      There is the touch of November in the air, chill enough to have a slight tang, like properly aged cider. Not air that caresses, nor yet air that nips. Air that makes one breathe deeply and think of spring water and walk briskly.
      ~Hal Borland, November 1970

“It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.” 

― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.” 

― Cynthia Rylant, In November

The Sunday after Thanksgiving these green limbs popped out of this box in our living room ....

.... and suddenly (six hours later) became a Christmas tree

Grandpeeps after school

“November; Crows are approaching - Wounded leaves fall to the ground.” 

― Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

The only color left in our back yard except for the faithful evergreen shrubs

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,

Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.

~William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878), "The Death of the Flowers"

I've never seen this one before. White paws. When the bird feeders are full,  the squirrels don't stop until their bellies are full and the feeders are empty.

This may be the last picture I get of granddaughter Shelby with scarecrow Jeff. She's outgrown him.

“Autumn is the time of year when Mother Nature says, “Look how easy, how healthy, and how beautiful letting go can be.” 

― Toni Sorenson