“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.”
November 18, 2016 commemorates seven years since I entered the forest with my faithful companion, Ribsy. He is a miniature poodle I rescued - who really rescued me - also in the month November, eleven years ago. Together we have trekked over 1500 miles through the winter forests. I guess Novembers are momentous for me. I always gave November extra love as a child, it being a very brown month, with not much to boast about; because of this, I loved it more. In turn, it has been very good to me.