There's something very romantic about November. It has a touch of melancholy that no other month has. Like an old couple that have had their sweet springs and hot summers, and just don't need all the show anymore.

I've pulled out my thick sweaters and my winter-white coat. It's dark by dinner time and we're having warm soup and chili. The house is all buttoned up, and we can have a fire almost every night.

"The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July." HDT