11.02.14  I came home a day early from Halloween with the grandkids in Billings so I could beat the winter storm predicted in my half of the state.  Daylight Savings Time happened in the middle of last night, and i felt some strange trick had been played on us.  We were supposed to have an extra hour of light in the morning, but I kept peering behind the lace curtains, hour after hour this morning, and nothing but darkness.  At last, close to 8 a.m., I could see some faint light on the grass towards the east, discovering it was a skiff of snow.  By the time it was bright enough to go for a run, the cold 38 degree rain was pouring off the roof.  We started off the month of November staying in our pajamas for hours, a fire going in the fireplace, and hours and hours of reading books all day long.

When I was making our cheddar-ale soup around 5:00, as often happens, the sun at last revealed herself beneath the clouds as it set over the western mountains, dusted with snow.  I rushed outside as fast as I could and sat with Chatpeau, the black kitty, on a wicker chair we’ve still not stored away for the winter.  it was magnificent.  I knew I had a quote about this light in November…

“The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of.  The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.”  –Henry David Thoreau