“November with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes–days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless grandeur of the trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines.”

~ Lucy Maud Montgomery (paraphrased slightly, with apologies)

Gratefully shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& gladly reminded of November’s beauty)