Thursday, 1 November 2012
'Go out of doors on a dull November day and sniff the breeze. Brown leaves lie about you, the garden beds are almost bare, yet the air is full of strange perfumes, stimulating and full of vitality. The tang of bitter-sweet Chrysanthemums is there, the acrid fumes of wood smoke, the rich pungence of trodden Walnut leaves, and now and then, one catches a whiff of pure spring, perhaps caught by the breeze from the thready blossoms of the Witch Hazel.'
Louise Beebe Wilder - The Fragrant Path 1932 (via The Gardener's Perpetual Almanack)
I usually feel miserable in November. If I take the advice of today's Muse Day, perhaps things will seem much better :)