Wednesday, November 22, 2006
You may have read the old poem about November:
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds -
Thomas Hood, No!
Well, not this year! We have had many warm days, and many sunny days. Today it is quite cold, but as you can see it is gloriously bright.
Actually, I am a big fan of November. This is the month when the landscape opens up. We can see lights in the distance which were hidden throughout the summer. I'm sure that in past times, the families who lived on these isolated hill farms were happy to see the neighboring lights. When there wasn’t easy communication between people even a mile away, they must have brought great comfort in the winter season.
I’ve discovered nests that I didn’t even know were there. How did I miss the building of those summer homes? Were there so many noises of summer that I never heard the little ones peeping for food? Why didn’t I see those babies as they began to leave the nest?
The deer who were in the woods all summer come out to browse what is left in my vegetable garden, and I whisper a little prayer that they will be spared the hunters’ bullets.