I have always found November to be a very melancholy month. This morning it rained - a damp. disconsolate mist that left the leaves that remain on the trees hanging heavily; somber and soggy with large tears falling mournfully unto the wet grass below them.
Where had all the sunshine gone, and the crisp leaves that were so pleasant to shuffle through as one raked them into piles,
Poor November, - falling between the wild beauty of October and the happy anticipation of December. Surely it must have a purpose......
I cannot help being pensive and sometimes sad, but I have decided to change November's character - give it a reason for being! And so I have sent away for some new treadle cords to put on my loom, to add a little bit of life to the lift of the shafts, so I can whiz the shuttle through a nice clean shed.
And I am going to finish spinning that lovely cheerful pink roving into yarn, and then I shall learn Navajo plying and knit somebody a warm hat and a pair of "texting" mittens.......
Perhaps I will finish scanning the few remaining pictures that sit here in a basket beside the printer, and tuck them into appropriate places in the DVD I am doing to tell the tale of Charles' life.
I have been haunting the library and have a dozen books that have been calling to me in vain as I take home a DVD or some special music to distract me through the evenings.
And some baking - I could start the Christmas baking!
- oh, I don't suppose I will get all of these things done, but November CAN be happy and productive, and I think that this is the year to brighten it up and rid it of its despondent reputation!!
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"November"
by Thomas Hood
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
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,
November!
I do so agree about November Hildred although as I write this early on a Sunday morning, the sun is streaming through the window. I always begin to gather the ingredients for my Christmas baking (have just done my on line order, which I do each Sunday morning) and that gives me something to think about. Here November 24th is stir up Sunday, when we make our puddings - I always stick to that date.
A lovely about to be productive post. Not sure if that makes sense!
You are such an inspiration! November will need some extra days for even you to accomplish all of that. But definitely the month (in Northwest climates) needs some work to brighten it up. I remember.
PS: I just read the first comment here -- when I read your post I remembered and thought about the first verse and the last line,but couldn't remember exactly how the last line tied in to it. I'm so glad your reader reprinted it!!!
November has always been the month I least welcomed--and your adjectives have described it perfectly. I think pensive and melancholy thoughts more easily overtake us when the weather is dark and chilly. November in Kentucky does have the redeeming feature of many mild days even though daylight is brief.
I think its important to set ourselves some creative goals during these dull times--although surely we won't finish every project on the list.
Pretty autumn colors!
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