Golden: not a word I associate with the month of November as a rule. Yet in these crepuscular days of the year’s end, there is warm gold to be found inside and out. Fairy lights and autumn leaves brighten the kitchen dresser, where a favourite linoprint perfectly captures the quiet beauty of the season. At teatime the sun sets behind the hills in hazy golden light, suffusing the woods with radiance.
By the bye, the other meaning of aureate pertains to language, meaning highly ornate and elaborate. While the first definition, golden, describes the season, the second is the one for me to take to heart. In writing as in housekeeping, my love of ornament sabotages my aspirations to simplicity. Q.E.D.
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