“Give me the suns of November days,
The speeding hours and the hast’ning shades;
Find me a wood, where the slanting rays
Engold the leaves in the maple glades.”

~John Stuart Thomson (American author; 1869 – 1950)

Joyfully shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& November-sun celebrant)

“But the true lover of rain… has a deep inner enjoyment of the rain, as rain, and his sense of its beauty drinks it in as thirstily as does the drinking earth. It refreshes and cools his heart and brain; he longs to go forth into the fields, to feel its steady stream, to scent its fragrance; to stand under some heavy-foliaged chestnut-tree, and hear the rushing music on the crowded leaves.”

~ John Richard Vernon (British clergyman: 1833 – 1902)

Gladly shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& lover of rain)

“It was November — the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
~L. M. Montgomery (Canadian author; 1874 – 1942)

Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& wind-song reveler)

“We seldom think of November in terms of beauty or any other specially satisfying tribute. November is simply that interval between colorful October and dark December. Then, nearly every year, come a few November days of clear, crisp weather that make one wonder why November seldom gets its due.

There is the November sky, clean of summer dust, blown clear this day of the urban smog that so often hazes autumn…

There is the touch of November air, chill enough to have a slight tang, like properly aged cider. Not air that caresses, nor yet air that nips. Air that makes one breathe deeply and think of spring water and walk briskly.”

~Hal Borland (American writer and naturalist; 1900 – 1978)

Gladly shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife