November 1st: grey, chilly, and rainy.
I can smell winter in the damp air, feel it creep into the dark, shorter days.
November is the cruelest month (Sorry, T.S. Eliot).
To counteract the impending gloom and to spread harvest fest/pie day/thanksgiving cheer all month long, I plan on sharing a gratitude journal everyday.
Today, I'm grateful for the thick flannel sheets that create a warm nest during the winter. I love the soft fuzzy fabric and the pale pink hue.