November sees autumn gracefully fade. The garden is slowing down too. We watch a spectacular video of rooks flocking to their communal roosts and with the old Chinese poets we learn to end the day well.
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The Romans were here, we have an Anglo-Saxon English village name, a Norman Church and we are still a thriving community. What would Gilbert White have written about us, I wonder. Continue reading “November in an English Village”
Though the poets and writers eulogise about the colours of autumn, in fact this show of arboreal fireworks in the trees and woods is all too soon over. Much of what is left after Bonfire night’s excitement can be a rather damp and dismal affair. With the sombre mood following Remembrance Day, matched with the colder misty mornings and sunless days, the approach of winter is not readily welcomed. Unlike our friends in the USA with their ‘Thanksgiving Day’ celebrations, November in the UK is not a favourite month for many.
