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 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, "Bright November Day," November 1970
HMM!!
camellia, 'Snow Flurry', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
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 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, "Bright November Day," November 1970
HMM!!
camellia, 'Snow Flurry', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina