"...No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
These are the final lines of Thomas Hood's poem November. I could have printed the whole thing but I find it depressing, and better suited for February, which I find depressing. I'm sorry, Mr. Hood, but I think you're mistaken. There's plenty to appreciate in month eleven. For instance, a certain blogger celebrates her birthday in November *ahem!*. And as for beauty, just look at these frosty fields.
My friend Kristi at Thicket House, who shares my affection for acorns and squirrels, captures the spirit of the month best when she says: "Squirrels are a good symbol of the 'all is safely gathered in' theme of November".
So the man and I had a wonderful weekend of doing just that - gathering in. Lookit! All these peppers from the garden in November. Whaddya say to that, Tommy Hood?
And using up the last of the heirloom apples (some of which, by the way, can still be picked in November, H.)
Squirreling away some homemade applesauce...
...to keep company with other remembrances of the summer garden
And while birdsong may cease, the music of the axe chopping wood is lovely to my ears
No worries, no complaints--November