It all started on November 2nd, the day before America's presidential election, when, while walking home from the grocery store, I saw this on the sidewalk:
It seemed so much like a good omen to me, that I went back the next day to take a photo of it,
wanting to believe all things for "out with the old and in with the new."
[But talk about a stressful time, which continues until January 20th!]
On that walk, I finally captured and then researched this fruit: quince.
It is totally new to me, in the apple and pear family.
Even some of these are new to me but I just love November's color.
Mother Nature hangs on as long as she can, doesn't she.
Did I ever mention how much I love autumn!
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Four days later, on November 7th, we drove back to the Mastbos forest in Breda, NL (see last post),
hoping to see something different, because it's huge (1409 acres).
We were not disappointed.
For one thing, the mushrooms were still flourishing...
You know I'm a Hart, right! :)
But the joy of the day was this!
I had just said to Astrid that it'd be a thrill to actually see a horse, since we were on a horse trail.
I turned around to look back and VOILA. There it was.
We literally stopped dead in our tracks to watch them come and pass right next to us.
We couldn't have picked a better day to see autumn at its peak.
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The very next day, Sunday, November 8th, son Jeroen came over
for a spontaneous walk with Hailey (now 2) around our citadel wall.
Just what the doctor ordered!
The rest of the month we've been been "processing" the presidential election and the pandemic,
roller-coasting between the myriad emotions they separately evoke.
What a crazy year!
But today, we stop to give thanks and rejoice. We're alive and well. Safe and sound.
To my American family and friends, please stay the same!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
