I am not ready...

I may look ready...

I put away the Halloween, but hanging on to the harvest look. Trying to keep the snow and cold away.

But I am not ready for November's abbreviated light, long dark night dark wake-ups, first snowfalls (it's trying as I write this), and the Christmas commercials, decorations, and merchandise. 

I am not ready to put away the dahlias.

,,or  cut back the last of the garden.

Sad to cut back a flowery garden. Notice the stray wild sunflowers trying to get to full height before it's too late.

Wild sunflowers are popping up all over the dying garden; only a few will reach their magnificent heights before the first frost. 

Yes, I know to everything there is a season, and, in my head I know that the winter season has its merits (check back with me later and I'll come up with them, I'm certain.)  But in my heart, I'm sorry, November...I am not ready for you. 

This poem says it all. 

And this very visual reminder.