Tuesday, November 19, 2013

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods...for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

2 comments:

Daisy said...

Lovely passage. :)

Trish said...

It is, isn't it? I just love November.