My mother, Luella Reese, had trained as a teacher in Normal Training in high school in the 1930’s. She would quote us this poem from Longfellow, which I think she had slightly adapted:
“November is cold, and dark, and dreary.
It rains, and the wind is never weary.”
But we also appreciated the warmth and love of family during this month.
Once again you help me brush away the tentacles of worry in our post election world. You describe the approaching winter - appreciating the warmth of the wood stove. We are grateful for a good supply of wood and the dark winter nights.
As we approach the end of November, it was nice to read your homage to an under appreciated month.
Thanks!
My mother, Luella Reese, had trained as a teacher in Normal Training in high school in the 1930’s. She would quote us this poem from Longfellow, which I think she had slightly adapted:
“November is cold, and dark, and dreary.
It rains, and the wind is never weary.”
But we also appreciated the warmth and love of family during this month.
Lots of pintails, widgeons, tundra swans just south of LaCrosse
Once again you help me brush away the tentacles of worry in our post election world. You describe the approaching winter - appreciating the warmth of the wood stove. We are grateful for a good supply of wood and the dark winter nights.
Thank you, Larry. Your column is lovely and peaceful.
I appreciate your support, Kathi!