It was November–
the month of crimson sunsets,
parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea,
passionate wind–songs in the pine.
Anne roamed through the pineland alleys
in the park and, as she said,
let that great sweeping wind blow
the fogs out of her soul
L M Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Oh, November. It drags on my soul. The cold gray clouds. The blustery winds that chill me in a way that sends ripples of pain into my back. And yet, this is my month. My birthday month. Sigh.
I celebrate my birthday all month long! Do you?
Just a birthday week—I always take my birthday week off from work. I haven’t moved up to the whole month celebration yet. That starts in 2017! ;o
It’s my birthday month too Jennifer – the secret is that you need to move to Australia – it’s Spring down here and the sun has started to shine, the birds are singing and all is lovely in the world. “When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.” Ernest Hemingway 🙂
That’s the key. Traveling south of the equator during the fall and winter and then going north again in the spring and summer. My perfect year, always warm.
I love Anne of Green Gables! That’s a great quote to describe November. Happy birthday month!
This is so beautiful, and sparked something in me. It made me want to start writing again! Thank you for being an inspiration to a part of me I thought I had lost.
I’m so glad this sparked something in you. Can’t wait to read it.
Lovely prose – evocative of just how November really is. I wonder if you feel like I do about having a birthday in one of the dark months. Mine is January and I feel jealous of those who have lovely sunny, summery birthdays. Sorry I have been AWOL from comments lately – juggling my elderly parents (well not literally although I am tempted ?). Will be here in reading/commenting bursts.
Thank you. Yes, boring birthday parties on cold dreary days. This year, I see the temps will be in the 60’s. Unheard of. Usually, “…cold November rain…” heralded my birthday.