“November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles.” ~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
I love this poem by Stanley Horowitz: "Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all." We're reaching the point now where the etching is emerging from the mosaic.