I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Thursday, November 3, 2016

November's Challenge


Fear not November’s challenge bold—
We’ve books and friends,
And hearths that never can grow cold:
These make amends!
—Alexander L. Fraser, c. 1918


  1. You always have the nicest verses on this blog, Cathy. Here's one for you:

    No fruit, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
    [Thomas Hood]

    This is one of my favorites "little lines" that I think I found in Tasha Tudor's "A Time to Keep" when I first started teaching. Says it all about November, usually. But this year we still have oodles of leaves on our trees. I hope we have leaves and color at least through Thanksgiving! 🍁

    1. Yes, I'm familiar with the Thomas Hood poem from Tasha's book. I could not use it for this post, as you pointed out, because we still have oodles of leaves on some of our trees! But we're losing them quickly and I suspect they will all be gone by Thanksgiving.

  2. There's a change in the air this morning, a cool breeze and lower temps and leaves blowing aplenty. Thoughts turn to pumpkin scones and soups and cozying down with a book … so I loved this post and am welcoming November!

    1. Yes, November is the lull before the "storm" of holiday shopping/decorating/baking! Presumably the leaves are raked and gardens put to bed--but not up this way. Will have one more run through before Thanksgiving more than likely.


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