Hosta leaves

November is a time when it's easy to feel like I live in a brown world; the time between vibrant fall colours and the first clean, white, snow.  I was struck today by how lovely the dead hosta leaves in my garden looked in the morning sun.  I decided that even brown can be beautiful.

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilerating than any wine they tell of.

Henry David Thoreau