And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
– Elizabeth Coatsworth
This Friday, I am enjoying my day off from work, as well as catching up on some French assignments. I earned a 90% grade on my French mid-term and am terribly pleased about it — thank you to all who wished me luck and encouraged me. ♥
I adore reading poetry, but it is around the autumn and winter months that I really get into the mood for thoughts and sentiments in rhyme. It must be the nippy winds, the blankets and candle-lights, as well as cupfuls of steaming hot tea. Just being surrounded by such comfort is poetry in itself, I feel. It seems some old enchantment wakes at this time of year… and so in November, here is what I like to do or be…
♥ I love to go for walks. You can think thoughts and dream dreams, and no one is there to interrupt the spell of solitude.
♥ I love reading and writing… sometimes I will bring book, pen and paper with me on my little autumnal jaunts. This is one of my most favourite books to read:
♥ I like to sleep… blushful, I know, but how else is one to dream without being brought back to ‘reality’? (Sadly, I don’t look glamorous in my sleep. I don’t know how Grace Kelly manages it.)
♥ I like to write letters to friends and loved ones… putting little presents in each missive is something I adore doing.
♥ I love travelling –but never to warmer climates. I am a cold-weather girl through and through. 🙂 P.S. You’ll never find me in sweats and runners on a voyage. I am a huge proponent of the idea that one must be dressed respectfully and to the nines during voyages.