" Fair is the world, now autumn's wearing,
And the sluggard sun lies long abed;
Sweet are the days, now winter's nearing...
Come then, love, for peace is upon us,
Far off is failing, and far is fear,
Here where the rest in the end hath won us,
In the garnering tide of the happy year."
{William Morris}
slowly, ever so slowly,
these November days glide on.
a restful time,
a restorative time
for settling in,
silencing the outer world.
I love these November days...