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!!
