NOVEMBER - "November is the pearl-grey month..."
November November is the pearl-grey month, the changeling between warm crimson October and cold white December, the month when the leaves fall in slow drifting whirls, and the shapes of the trees are revealed, when the earth imperceptibly wakes, and stretches her bare limbs and displays her stubborn unconquerable strength before she settles uneasily into winter. November is secret and silent. by Alison Uttley Frost on stones Starting with All Saints’ and All Souls’ Day, then moving through the commemoration of the Armistice, November is a time for remembering those gone before. How is this reflected in your experiences of November? As I begin to write, I'm listening to a piece of music called "Bells Across the Meadow" (Ketelbey). This is significant because it takes me back to a kinder England - not the England shouting for the exclusion of those in search of a safe place away from cruelty and injustice. I wonder what would be the view of those whose lives we remember par
