Hurricane season is nearly behind us for another year, and the clocks go back in North America tonight. The very last outdoor painting has been done, and the garden is ready for winter.
Now come a couple of weeks of quiet before Christmas parties and the first snows arrive. There's
a lot to be said for November, this most under-rated
of months; there is more time in it. It is now that
the poets and the writers can stay inside and write, and dogs will wait patiently for their walks and their apples.
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