Hello Friends!
Outside my cottage door the plaintive cry of a new born month howls and piteously moans "Let me in! Let me in!" begging to be fed from the welcoming, life giving warmth of my fireside. Leaves, once green and full of life now fall, brown and shrivelled into heaps of mouldering damp along the verges; the wind blows raw and cutting keen, chilling weary travellers to the bone; fast falls the rain in laden torrents from charged, fraught clouds that swim above our unsuspecting heads; the fading light is all but spent; and so the year drifts quickly by; and slowly we open the door to welcome in November.
November. All Saint's Day. All Souls Day. Remembrance Sunday. For some of us a month of anniversaries. A month of quiet remembering, perhaps the most fitting month of all to sit in silence and reflect upon another year that's nearly spent.
Until next time
Deborah xo
