The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on… A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.”
~ Aldo Leopold (American author, philosopher, naturalist, and conservationist; 1887-1948)

Joyfully shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& grateful for all things November)

Although November is often a gray, cold and dreary passage into winter, there is much beauty to be discovered if you are willing to step out into your garden or into God’s great wide world. As you do, fill your lungs with fresh air, your eyes with grandeur, your spirit with joy; you just might come home singing. I hope so!