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Thanks
by Aileen Fisher T Thanks for time to be together, turkey, talk, and tangy weather. H for harvest stored away, home, and hearth, and holiday. A for autumn’s frosty art and abundance in the heart. N for neighbors, and November, nice things, new things to remember. K for kitchen, kettles’ croon, kith, and kin expected…
The Sleeping Children
by William Lisle Bowles So breathing and so beautiful, they seem, As if to die in youth were but to dream Of spring and flowers! Of flowers? Yet nearer stand There is a lily in one little hand, So sleeps that child, not faded, though in death, And seeming still to hear…
Gardeners Know Better
by Vita Sackville-West If it is true that one of the greatest pleasures of gardening lies in looking forward, then the planning of next year’s beds and borders must be one of the most agreeable occupations in the gardener’s calendar. This should make October and November particularly pleasant months, for then we may begin to…
Beauty Dying All Around Me
by Martine Bailey, American historical novelist, A Taste for Nightshade The next morning I had to get outside, and so began a period of long walks in the park. Early November continued bright, with the last sun of the year shining low and coppery over the woods. Striding through heaps of rusty autumn leaves, I…
Like a Chain Letter
by Amy Stewart Like a chain letter, I will take a plant from this garden to the next and from the next garden to the one after that, and so on, until someday I am an old woman nurturing along with a patchwork quilt of a garden, with cuttings and scraps from every garden I…
Most People, Early in November
by Beverley Nichols Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens and are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn’t like to be ignored like this. It doesn’t like to be covered in dust sheets, as though it were an old…
In November
by Archibald Lampman The leafless forests slowly yield To the thick-driving snow. A little while And night shall darken down. In shouting file The woodmen’s carts go by me homeward-wheeled, Past the thin fading stubbles, half concealed, Where the last plowman follows still his row, Turning black furrows through the whitening field. Far off the…
If the Oak is King of Trees
by Donald Culross Peattie If the Oak is King of Trees, then the White Oak is King of Kings. – Donald Peattie, American botanist, naturalist, and author Notes: November 16, 1964 Today is the anniversary of the death of the Harvard botanist, Naturalist, Washington Post nature columnist, and author, Donald Culross Peattie,…
Winter is a Study in Halftones
by Donald Culross Peattie Winter is a study in halftones, and one must have an eye for them or go lonely. – Donald Peattie, American botanist, naturalist, and author, An Almanac for Moderns, 1935 Notes: November 16, 1964 Today is the anniversary of the death of the Harvard botanist, Naturalist, Washington Post nature…
Limber Pines
by Donald Culross Peattie Limber Pines have a way of growing in dramatic places, taking picturesque attitudes, and getting themselves photographed, written about, and cared for… – Donald Peattie, American botanist, naturalist, and author Notes: November 16, 1964 Today is the anniversary of the death of the Harvard botanist, Naturalist, Washington Post nature…
A Hummingbird is a Feathered Prism
by Donald Culross Peattie A hummingbird is a feathered prism, a living rainbow; it captures the very sunlight. – Donald Peattie, American botanist, naturalist, and author Notes: November 16, 1964 Today is the anniversary of the death of the Harvard botanist, Naturalist, Washington Post nature columnist, and author, Donald Culross Peattie, who…
Thank Goodness for the First Snow
by Candace Bushnell Thank goodness for the first snow. It was a reminder–no matter how old you became and how much you’d seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered. -Candace Bushnell, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Sex and the City As featured…
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