#novemberquotes

It was November…the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, and passionate wind songs in the pines.

Weather of November is the weather of love, it's pleasing but it could make you dizzy.

“November comes 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 at the gate.  The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring.”

“In November, the smell of food is different.  It is an orange smell.  A squash and pumpkin smell.  It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning.”

“November comes 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 at the gate.  The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring.”