November came roaring in with gusty winds and more wet weather. Mandy's depression would not go away. Her garden seemed sad, too. It was virtually empty now, and the few brave flowers that remained there were flattened by rain, their yellows stalks sprawling in all directions. Most of the trees were bare, and the woods had a wet carpet of leaves.
As November arrived, it brought strong winds and persistent rain that mirrored Mandy's own emotional troubles. Her feelings of depression lingered, casting a shadow over her otherwise vibrant spirit. The state of her garden reflected her mood, appearing desolate and neglected with only a few resilient flowers left, their beauty diminished by the relentless weather.
The landscape around her also showed signs of the season's transition, with many trees stripped of their leaves, leaving a stark view of the woods. A soggy layer of fallen leaves covered the ground, contributing to a sense of melancholy that enveloped both Mandy and her surroundings.
