Saturday, November 5, 2022

November Days

Tonight  our semi-annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour backwards from Daylight Saving Time, affording an extra hour of sleep on these colder mornings.
Just enough time to remind us, that the year is winding down, and soon, a long sleepy winter will be our companion.
A time to regenerate our weary souls, and make new plans for the coming year ahead.
A time to dream.



 


 

" It was November - the month of
crimson sunsets, parting birds,
deep, and hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
Anne roamed through the pineland
alleys in the park and, as she said,
let that great sweeping wind
blow the fog out of her soul.

L.N Montgomery

~ Anne of Green Gables



11 comments:

Lowcarb team member said...

Love your last photograph.
Enjoy your November days.

All the best Jan

Rian said...

Jo, I saw a cartoon on Facebook (perhaps you saw it too) about it being a busy night at Stonehenge moving the stones back an hour...
Thought that was pretty funny.

DJan said...

I am enjoying my extra hour reading all my blogging friends' posts in leisure. :-)

Heritage Hall said...

Or moving the garden sun dial to the house
next door.....

Jo - In what rendition of The Wind in the Willows
is that cozy room on your sidebar? Grahame? Would
love to obtain it for Grandchildren at Christmas...
Many thanks.

A Brit in Tennessee said...

KENNETH GRAHAME

WIND IN THE WILLOWS


Illustrated by Inga Moore.

A Brit in Tennessee said...

Published by Candlewick 2003

Granny Sue said...

Oh please do put the kettle on! What a beautiful post. Visiting from West Virginia, a fellow lover of all things old and mellow, and daughter of an English mum.

Heritage Hall said...

Many, many thanks, dear one... What a treat the
books will be for the Children.

Nick said...

It’s the season for a hot roast beef and Yorkshire pud.

Heritage Hall said...

Not necessarily for publication -
I have been re-reading CS Lewis' Surprised by Joy
and came across something that brought your wonderful blog to mind: "Where I had expected gravel drives and iron gates and interminable laurels and monkey puzzlers, I saw crooked paths running up or down hill from wicket gates, between fruit trees and birches. By a severer taste than mine these houses would all be mocked perhaps; yet I cannot help thinking that those who designed them and their gardens achieved their object, which was to suggest Happiness. They filled me with a desire for that domesticity which, in its full development, I had never known; they set one thinking of tea trays." (and probably the most
civilized practice of tea time..) Have a pleasant
weekend, Jo.

L. D. said...

The moon and the clouds are looking cold and haunting.